Morgane
Yesterday I talked with CM. I told her about the Boston 2000 adventure, after a bunch of self-reminders about why I went there with a die-hard focus on ‘learning English’ instead of unleashing my sexual life in American soil –as my friends did.
At those times, it was a complex thing, I recalled. I told CM how I first met Morgane. She was sitting just behind me in the opening test to allot us in the English classes. I detailled to her how beautiful she was. ‘She was a hore’ I added. CM didn’t understood. ‘Hooore’, a hooker? She replied. Yes, I answered.
So there was I, in our first English class day and I was just surrounded by Asian people. Japanese, South Korean, Taiwanesse, Thais…I can even recall the moment just like it might have been a second ago. How I asked: please, be the next person to enter that door Morgane. And she was! She materialized before my eyes. God, I couldn’t stop watching at her. I can’t believe it even now. What a chance I got! But ehem, my nemesis was also there, Abraham, the brash Mexican ‘in provation’ guy. Inspite of this, I took an extraordinary amount of courage, like the choice of having to send a battalion of soldiers to Iraq, and I thought ‘you have to plan something about that’. And what is better than a sudden offensive? So I asked her that I needed to buy a pair of shoes… Yes! She told me. -We go together, she replied. Wow! Viento en popa! I thought, so there we were, wailing around in the default Boston Mall when I realized everybody was watching at her. More precise, drooling at her. She was an exotic mixture of Cambodian, French and some Arab blood. A really outstanding beautifulness. I bought a pair of shoes but she even look at them. Was she even interested in being there? Where her head was? We just came back to the residence like we came to the Mall: talking about the most slumbering triviality: how leaves fall, how the weather was “look, that traffic light now is green”, etc. Back in the residency I felt my instinct on my skin: ‘David, you have to do something about it”. The "something" was to try to kiss her or tell her something! I couldn’t. There simply I lost the battle. I committed apoptotic love. It was 100% my fault. I still remember how defeated I felt in my bed crying ‘I can’t, I don’t know why but I can’t’. So eventually, the day of the defeat come.
The DeFeaT
One random day we went to whale-watching with Abraham and his friend. He knocked me out. Abraham had the ability to behave exactly the way he should to successfully flirt with a girl like Morgane. I didn’t had my counter-weapons operational yet, so no matter how he would attack I was defenseless with my pants. Two other French girls came along with Morgane –Gael & Stephany-, but they were mere pawns in the arena. Inspite Abraham got seasick, -well deserved ;)- he needed just that afternoon to do Morgane from scratch.
Late that afternoon, coming back from the roller-coasting style sea trip, I was going back and forth in the ship’s deck, semi-excited for don’t know what, when, in one of my frenzy walkings, I found Abraham French-kissing Morgane. I’m hit, I’m hit! Boomm, splashh!! My corsair plane got full nailed by a zero fighter! That rushed kiss totally shattered my world! The thing that really sunk me is that Morgane had behaved in such a way that she appeared to hate Abraham. She rejected him, she told him to go away…but at the end, he was the guy who fucked her instead of me. Even with that rocket propelled grenade, the final bombshell was still to come. Listen, listen: I was in the bow, melancholy enjoying Boston at night from the sea when Morgane appeared from nowhere. The wind was hitting my hairs in such a way I felt even uglier than I normally was. Barely 5 or 6 minutes had happened from her kiss with Abraham, when there, next to me, she asked some random guy to take us a picture. Right there, in the bow. A picture with me! Did she know I saw them? Did she really liked me? Did she felt guilty? I will never know. The fact is that she took that picture, a merely 10 seconds, and she disappeared as she came. I don’t know why I started laughing. Laughing from my defeat? From the present perspective? What a jerk! I told CM how Morgane told me in another occasion about how she started smoking pot at 12, and then how I noticed she really liked to have sex. But, what’s wrong with that? That she didn’t had it with me!
Finally, I remarked to CM, how I wanted to unravel the truth, the truth that I wanted to believe… So one night, in a disco, I sought to disclose any misunderstanding. I found Morgane by chance, and I summoned the guts to go and ask her a scientific question: Morgane, in case Abraham would not have done you, or if I would try to kiss you in the Mall, would you have ever going out with me? That was not exactly my question, but you get the idea, right? She answered ‘No’. I lacked a positive control…
Later that night, while I was coming back home, I found Abraham in a poncho arguing with Morgane in the middle of my way. Holy cow! I didn’t want to confront the evidence that she was with him, so I stealthy changed sidewalk. My eyes couldn’t keep up with the moment and my mind subdued me and I dared to turn back and watch at them. I became a salt statue, understanding Lot's wife position. They were kissing... after arguing!! Holy cow again. Kissing! I still have that image on my brain. The defeat again exposed before me. And from then on, Morgane kept leaving notes in my door asking to go out with her -while sleeping with Abraham. She was so hot and beautiful that I even dreamed with the real possibility that I could steal her from Abraham’s claws. But such an advanced movement will have to await until the Rome age…
So I just ignore her sometimes and sometimes –for a short time- I followed her game. Like in our way to George’s island, when she promised me that we would meet someday in Barcelona. Yes, suuuure, she said. Tons of bullshit, but I didn’t know it yet.
And that’s all for today, you just read one of my countless defeating tales with women.
At those times, it was a complex thing, I recalled. I told CM how I first met Morgane. She was sitting just behind me in the opening test to allot us in the English classes. I detailled to her how beautiful she was. ‘She was a hore’ I added. CM didn’t understood. ‘Hooore’, a hooker? She replied. Yes, I answered.
So there was I, in our first English class day and I was just surrounded by Asian people. Japanese, South Korean, Taiwanesse, Thais…I can even recall the moment just like it might have been a second ago. How I asked: please, be the next person to enter that door Morgane. And she was! She materialized before my eyes. God, I couldn’t stop watching at her. I can’t believe it even now. What a chance I got! But ehem, my nemesis was also there, Abraham, the brash Mexican ‘in provation’ guy. Inspite of this, I took an extraordinary amount of courage, like the choice of having to send a battalion of soldiers to Iraq, and I thought ‘you have to plan something about that’. And what is better than a sudden offensive? So I asked her that I needed to buy a pair of shoes… Yes! She told me. -We go together, she replied. Wow! Viento en popa! I thought, so there we were, wailing around in the default Boston Mall when I realized everybody was watching at her. More precise, drooling at her. She was an exotic mixture of Cambodian, French and some Arab blood. A really outstanding beautifulness. I bought a pair of shoes but she even look at them. Was she even interested in being there? Where her head was? We just came back to the residence like we came to the Mall: talking about the most slumbering triviality: how leaves fall, how the weather was “look, that traffic light now is green”, etc. Back in the residency I felt my instinct on my skin: ‘David, you have to do something about it”. The "something" was to try to kiss her or tell her something! I couldn’t. There simply I lost the battle. I committed apoptotic love. It was 100% my fault. I still remember how defeated I felt in my bed crying ‘I can’t, I don’t know why but I can’t’. So eventually, the day of the defeat come.
The DeFeaT
One random day we went to whale-watching with Abraham and his friend. He knocked me out. Abraham had the ability to behave exactly the way he should to successfully flirt with a girl like Morgane. I didn’t had my counter-weapons operational yet, so no matter how he would attack I was defenseless with my pants. Two other French girls came along with Morgane –Gael & Stephany-, but they were mere pawns in the arena. Inspite Abraham got seasick, -well deserved ;)- he needed just that afternoon to do Morgane from scratch.
Late that afternoon, coming back from the roller-coasting style sea trip, I was going back and forth in the ship’s deck, semi-excited for don’t know what, when, in one of my frenzy walkings, I found Abraham French-kissing Morgane. I’m hit, I’m hit! Boomm, splashh!! My corsair plane got full nailed by a zero fighter! That rushed kiss totally shattered my world! The thing that really sunk me is that Morgane had behaved in such a way that she appeared to hate Abraham. She rejected him, she told him to go away…but at the end, he was the guy who fucked her instead of me. Even with that rocket propelled grenade, the final bombshell was still to come. Listen, listen: I was in the bow, melancholy enjoying Boston at night from the sea when Morgane appeared from nowhere. The wind was hitting my hairs in such a way I felt even uglier than I normally was. Barely 5 or 6 minutes had happened from her kiss with Abraham, when there, next to me, she asked some random guy to take us a picture. Right there, in the bow. A picture with me! Did she know I saw them? Did she really liked me? Did she felt guilty? I will never know. The fact is that she took that picture, a merely 10 seconds, and she disappeared as she came. I don’t know why I started laughing. Laughing from my defeat? From the present perspective? What a jerk! I told CM how Morgane told me in another occasion about how she started smoking pot at 12, and then how I noticed she really liked to have sex. But, what’s wrong with that? That she didn’t had it with me!
Finally, I remarked to CM, how I wanted to unravel the truth, the truth that I wanted to believe… So one night, in a disco, I sought to disclose any misunderstanding. I found Morgane by chance, and I summoned the guts to go and ask her a scientific question: Morgane, in case Abraham would not have done you, or if I would try to kiss you in the Mall, would you have ever going out with me? That was not exactly my question, but you get the idea, right? She answered ‘No’. I lacked a positive control…
Later that night, while I was coming back home, I found Abraham in a poncho arguing with Morgane in the middle of my way. Holy cow! I didn’t want to confront the evidence that she was with him, so I stealthy changed sidewalk. My eyes couldn’t keep up with the moment and my mind subdued me and I dared to turn back and watch at them. I became a salt statue, understanding Lot's wife position. They were kissing... after arguing!! Holy cow again. Kissing! I still have that image on my brain. The defeat again exposed before me. And from then on, Morgane kept leaving notes in my door asking to go out with her -while sleeping with Abraham. She was so hot and beautiful that I even dreamed with the real possibility that I could steal her from Abraham’s claws. But such an advanced movement will have to await until the Rome age…
So I just ignore her sometimes and sometimes –for a short time- I followed her game. Like in our way to George’s island, when she promised me that we would meet someday in Barcelona. Yes, suuuure, she said. Tons of bullshit, but I didn’t know it yet.
And that’s all for today, you just read one of my countless defeating tales with women.
Comentario:
"Lola
J'suis qu'un fantôme quand tu vas où j'suis pas
Tu sais ma môme
Que j'suis morgane de toi ..."
refrain de "Morgane de toi" Renaud
J'suis qu'un fantôme quand tu vas où j'suis pas
Tu sais ma môme
Que j'suis morgane de toi ..."
refrain de "Morgane de toi" Renaud
Comentario:
hehehe...
Et maintenant tu racontes tes histoires de coeur à Chen May?
Marie
Et maintenant tu racontes tes histoires de coeur à Chen May?
Marie
Comentario:
Hey! est-ce que tu peux me dire qui tu est?
merci.
merci.
Comentario:
so funny :)
alors sache que si à l'époque tu avais parlé la langue de Molière, tu aurais pû faire une très jolie déclaration à cette femme :
"je suis morgane de toi" signifie en effet en français : " je craque pour toi" !
Morgane est donc un prénom prédestiné à l'Amour ;)
alors sache que si à l'époque tu avais parlé la langue de Molière, tu aurais pû faire une très jolie déclaration à cette femme :
"je suis morgane de toi" signifie en effet en français : " je craque pour toi" !
Morgane est donc un prénom prédestiné à l'Amour ;)