Girls and boys. I was in Paris waiting for my train to take me to some other European city. I was not in love with Paris. It was cool, but not all of the hype that I’d heard. So after a few days of baguette and stinky cheese eating, and lovely wine drinking, I was leaving. Goodbye Paris, see you whenever.
I was with a girl, can’t remember her name. We were chatting it up about the next adventure to come. Then we saw them. Boys boys boys. Hello boys, come hither. Long story short so we can get to the juice, they came over, chatted us up, I blinked twice and left the train station, without the train. Oh yeah, the gods were giving me one more chance to do it right.
What the hell? Did I know I had my period when I agreed to take a walk with Stephan? I probably did, because as wild and crazy as Gigi is, she has NEVER gone all the way on the first date. I’ve done a lot of other things on the first date, walked all the way up to the line, stepped on it, dragged it licked it and tried to erase it, but never crossed it. So of course I was delighted to enjoy some French treatment while still keeping my goodies locked away. OK not completely, a little taste is always so good for the soul.
We were in bed rolling around. My body was screaming. He was arousing me, inhaling me, clearly wanted to devour me, and then…ok this is ridiculous but here’s what happened:
Stephan: Um, you are bleeding.
Me: What?! (Humiliated. How the heck did I not know this was gonna happen? Did he injure me?)
But then I had to admit the disgusting truth. Damn period was here. So let’s pack it up ladies and gentlemen there is nothing more to see here. Party is ova. Yes, o. va.
I’m jumping up to soothe my shame and then it happened. The man says “Just go wash off a little and come back.” Pardon? So this was a first. He does know how it works right? That you can wash off a little but the blood is actually coming from within? So it’s gonna come back Monsieur. I resisted, because I’m a lady. He insisted. Because he is a man.
I washed off a bit. I came back. He engulfed me like a precious jewel he wanted to lick taste eat swallow digest and play with in his mouth all at the same time. I came back to Paris over and over again. Is this what everyone was talking about? I am officially a believer. Vive la France!!!
Do you let blood get in the way of…anything? Talk about it!