.:PARIS:.

I've been to Paris many times. I'm what they call a regular in Paris. I am to Paris like.... Mickey Mouse is to Disneyland. Like Tom Cruise is to Hollywood. Like Chase Hansen is to the weight room.....hmmmm......maybe not that much....but close. Every mourning at 9:05 I would go to the cafe down Cottage Lane to get myself a warm cup of coffee. Not hot, WARM. The cashier at the cafe would always try sparking a conversation with me. I'm guessing she wanted love but i most defiantly didn't have any for her. I would sit so I was facing outside and watch as the rain drizzled down the window. At about 9:47 a decently large man would ride by on his bike. I'm guessing that he was going to work cause he looked like hell every mourning. 

One night I decided to go to the play Have A Good Time, I had heard it was "a must see" play if you were ever in Paris. During the play I noticed a young lady a few seats down couldn't keep her eyes off me. We talked after the play, found out her name was Rivista....... she came back to the hotel with me. Yes I experienced love for the first time, only for 62 days though..... too bad it couldn't last forever. 

I met many others in Paris. They were all very interesting, most weird though. I don't remember much though. She was the only one I can remember. She has been the only one i've ever felt that feeling with. And now I am at home.... In Utah. Lonely......   

                                                                                                                                        

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    Rivista= Journal in Italian                                                                        .. ..

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    62 days of love= Number of Prompts                                                 ..     ..

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