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Ansel kisses rips the condo to catch hly wrecked, and smile up at him "Absolutely Just"--I pause for a very dramatic yawn--"sorelaxednow," I say sleepily

I can see the words on the tip of his tongue, the question: Did you?

"Do you want dinner?" he asks instead, kissing ht shake to it, a breath of uncertainty

Nodding, I watch as he rolls out of bed, puts his clothes back on, and s out of the bedroohtseeing, rich food, coffee, and worn-out feet, with only a few hours at hooofiness returning after he’s had time to decoet etables, sports, film, shoe size/penis size correlations, and my favorite places to be kissed

But neither of us see back On the couch Wednesday night, he cuddlesa French crime drama in quiet whispers He kisses my temple when he leaves for work and calls at noon and four every day

But he seems to have put the sex in -time I want to tell him I’ll never be the seductive sexboet me comfortable, but he’s too exhausted to do ets ho a newroutine in my fabulous life in Paris I stare out theand sip the coffee Anselto do all day and going over the small list of translations he’s left for me

How are you? Colish? Parlez-vous anglais?

Which way to the rave; se trouve le rave; sont les toilettes?

How much? Combien ça coûte?

Why no, I’m not interested My husband is perfect Comment, non, ça ne m’intéresse pas Mon et a pastry at the tiny patisserie two blocks froirl orks there, Simone, and then either walk or take the métro to a place I’ve never been before The Latin Quarter, Montmartre, Musée d’Orsay, the Catacombs I even plan a bike tour of Versailles, where I can see the expansive gardens and the palace

It’s a dream life, I know this It’s such a drea solonely It’s ridiculous It’s justI like Ansel I’reedy forI can call Lola or Harlow around the ti vicariously through me Friday afternoon I find a sunny bench outside the d’Orsay and call Harlow, to catch her up on everything Paris Adventure