Retire sentimental at my age, for some, it makes no sense, for of others, it represents something quite magical.
It does not make sense for those who would engage never to this type of occupation. It is magic for those who offer it. We understand from those who need to understand, then. Everything is fine in all the worlds including the best, if any.
I go, alone, far.
Anything that is not next, 2 blocks from the friends are away. Not to mention the XIII arrondissement, which is squarely on another continent. So when it is 2 hours by train from Carillon is the end of the world, virtually wherever you are.
Feeling suddenly, to find someone at 3 and about 45 minutes at night is, if not impossible, too long and complicated and expensive and tiring and all to do to bring himself to do it. And what timing is not bad, is that when you take a romantic retreat, we did want to reach anyone I know not what time of day or night. Never. Person. This would not be honest, we would not ourselves since we're already half way into our heads, half elsewhere, in a non-defined, easily definable, that serve no purpose at all, an appointment of this kind during a retreat sentimental. It would be to find friends by not sending them a word of the evening. And that would be cheating retirement for that, too. Come the rush by imposing an outsider, like that, someone who must be saying things in sentences, and if it is smiles. Comment sea breeze, is already feeling a little less. I do not exchange opinions, I do not listen to advice, I live at all, for nothing. I drift without causing anyone, he would not nice. Some organized chaos can not accommodate one in their closet, and we do not write a diary to make it play.
No, really, retirement is not given to sentimental this kind of activity.
I say "retreat sentimental" because I have no other words at hand. There's no real feelings that I want to retire, but a general atmosphere that I want to see from afar, and then forget, then resume, perhaps, on his return. A sort of annual review. Without really being one, but not quite annual either, since all the resource of what we now call this "withdrawal" is not to think about what we withdrew, precisely. And renew as necessary, so what if it's 2 times.
interest, then you might ask, is ousqu'il?
Ben, is that interest ousqu'il is unclear, interest. It is found in the dark like that, without really realizing it. If it is, we find it.
Honestly, it's not very important.
I'm alone, far away.
Some friends leave in groups of friends, and others work together, even in the evening to make the summer atmosphere around a pastis on the terrace. And me, luxury, I'm alone, far away. Not isolated to the point where my phone does not pick up if someone calls me, but withdrawn to the point that we dare not call me. Besides, my phone, I cut. He said "the world is yours" when I turn it off, even as; which, if you think about a second, is rather ironic since, precisely, the world, I want to get away when I do not want to reach me. The other world is, really.
And then there was a girl that I met, what was all the time alone, and that caught my attention. Yet this is not the kind of girl who holds attention, much to say right now. No attention to those carried on aesthetics or on any mixture of mucous, say. Really, There was only her who fanned these two tendencies.
younger, more stupid, I found that the reason for his loneliness and then, with time and intelligence, and of course the genius that characterizes me, I learned that everyone had friends, even girls attractive and not neglected like it. She always a friend as ugly and badly dressed, perhaps even uglier, if she has chosen. It's like that's the rule the game
But no, I always saw her alone and not look too complain, which I did not care quite a blow: Would there someone else like me? and that's what it looks like?
I wanted to be blasted on the spot.
Or, make an inquiry on the spot.
Between one and another, who knows why, I quickly made my choice.
was easy. She went every day to the same place to drink his tea, like an old English never married, maybe virgin, again. Find that a miss in advance in the occupation of any old that his youth was waiting, without shame. And, since cross had quite a few times and I had noticed in her the desire to know, manifested by his chin forward toward me and little discomfort teenager greeting me, I was sure that installing me thoroughly at the next table, she spoke to me. I bet my mother on this one. Or my beer, say.
The place was really not to my taste, a crappy pseudo-rustic not even authentic, a fool or a catcher qg regulars aged 50 and older. I PMU's favorite corner, or the bar of Normandy, m'enfin good, it was there she was, so that's where I moved nonchalantly pencil.
Lalalilala, I put my bag and orders a coffee, Youplaboum, I took out my book, ahlala, there's the sun, want want want, so that's where I put my glasses already and.
-Hello.
Simple as that, j'vous told.
-Hello. With
looked a little surprised, I must.
-You ... Blowin
she searches for her words. There's not much that gives me the creeps more than anyone initiating the conversation and that has nothing to say at the end of the second replica. Made Hot
-huh.
Well, I help as I can. And besides, I do not help, I investigate it's different.
-Ouhla yes.
-Hmmmm.
-You ...
Blowin it back on. She has not only say "you" if it blocks it. You can
-tu me. It has crossed several times, we must have the same decade, so me, that bother me.
My god, I knew I was not able to stoop to this point for an investigation.
-Oh! So much the better, it bothers me vous a bit myself.
Yes, I understand.
-Pardon?
-No, but whenever you have vouvoyée, well, you do not finish your sentence.
Ah, no, that's because I'm very shy.
-Ok. ... Ok about me so uncomfortable. Forgiveness. Excuse me, I did not ... I thought ...
-No but there's no problem, I wanted to talk to you because I had seen you in recent days, quite a few times, I thought, was the same age, it's stupid, "will talk to him "all that and then I dared not because I thought that maybe wants you to be alone, finally, we speak to you, you were not really seem to want to talk to you, so good, but then, you're there, and we speak so it's nice, What they're not alone. What do you do in life?
Ok, uh, and that's being shy?
Heu-I.
My coffee arrives. Should I keep a notebook where I would note whenever a coffee saved me a phrase that I did not want to finish, I was forced to begin. I would opt for the 17,298 · times today. Or something in that taste away.
-I not find my damn glasses!
There is a way to change the subject while subtle, have you seen this.
Oh, I'll lend you mine if you like!
So we are already best friends, the "shy" and me? Ok, stop, you stop, the investigation is complete, repack the gear, it folds. Disperse.
"No thank you, I, I had not seen earlier, I would not even allow myself a coffee, I gotta go.
Beginnings in an emergency needs to be ok to leave 3 € on the table without waiting for change alors que ce jus ne valait même pas les 2€10 facturés.
-Mais, tu vas où? Tu fais quelque chose ce soir?
-Je rentre à Paris. A la prochaine !
La fille seule comme moi n’était pas seule comme moi. La fille seule était seule, foutrement, et se cherchait une amie. Elle avait cru la voir en la personne de moi-même qui, précisément fuyait toute compagnie humaine. C’est mal foutu quand même la vie, parfois. Enfin, pour elle, surtout.
Je suis pas méchante, entendons nous bien.
La façon dont je parle de l’esseulée moche et mal habillée n’est pas vraiment révélatrice de l’amour que I can bring to the human being, it's just that, in general, I find it very awkward to force someone to hand it to a friend. She put me uneasy. I had nothing at all to say.
On the way, I regretted the excuse that I had served. Because, no, I did not return to Paris and would be dangerous to move freely in this hole without falling face to face with its air of "well that you were part j'croyais / ah 't 're here, owl / We'll drink a coffee? ".
She said" nice "when she was cap 'to do it again. What is going to be able to do then?
Tell him the truth?
Nobody likes the truth.
Especially when it does not go their complexion.
So I lie. I will say that I had to go into effect, and then I came back. And even before she asks me questions, then I say a bit of truth. Too bad. I'm here to be quiet. I hope she has a good time. She let me spend some time alone. I hope she will understand. I even cross your fingers, last night in my bed, she understands me if, God forbid, I should find myself in a situation of confrontation. It will take one day I stop crossing their fingers for nothing and make vows to 10:22 p.m., more than my age.
But she was there this morning at the terrace with his tea with Miss Marple. And she challenged me. And I was unable to produce not even a sound with my mouth. So I sat beside her and listened to everything that we do together, she and I and how it was nice to be found. She had plenty of shops to find me, and it left me no time to say that shopping was not my cam, and if I had to do, it would not be with a girl dressed as my piano teacher of 75 years. Receive as many beauty tips from a girl who has her eyebrows plucked very V-shaped She wanted to show me her cousin, Assistant Mayor ump, and I could not even squeeze the ump was giving me fits of giggles that she was already taking appointments. She touched my hair to know how to have the same loops and there, I caught his arm and stopped dead.
-Sorry, but no.
-Pardon?
-No. Not
-what?
"You do not touch my hair.
-... Ah. Forgiveness.
-Yeah.
-No, but I just wanted to know ... how they were soft or not, I'd like to ...
And if I want to know me if you got even an ounce of decency in your brain, I'm going to open your skull to search?
-...
-No. I will not. So do not touch my hair.
The waitress had decided, god knows why, we offer a new tour. I guess she had finally managed to make love 1 or 10 months since she tried and that happiness continued to circulate in parts of his body. Normandy is not the Lido, eh.
-Cheers.
God it was disarming to be nice, too, when I had presented my Mr. Hyde.
-A mine, yes.
And then she knew not even drink.
Finally, I asked him his name. Lucille, as the song.
-What song?
My heart fell definitely in my socks.
I who had unscrambled n'entretenir for any kind of intimacy with people I see for 15 years here, I had to make me be like that, on a sudden large head.
'll teach me.
-maispastrop-
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