The French Connection Dear N.
How are you? I hope everything goes well in your neck of the woods.. I am well. Not that you would care much to know, but I still feel the taste of that famous kiss on my lips, which we exchanged after leaving the French bakery at the 202 Upper Street couple of years ago. Remember? You looked upon me right before the conclusion of our
rendez vous as if thinking whether sharing a Napoleon cake after running into each other at Modern, and an ensuing strolling when you hardly paid any attention to my own self could justify what was about to happen. You hesitated only for a second and then leaned towards me… Given almost complete lack of history appropriate for such an occasion, it was totally unexpected of you, but I did manage to react quickly and mirrored your
geste as our lips met. I immediately thought,
oh mon dieu, what a heaven's
cadeau,
la rue started flowing, bending around us, and as I was putting my tongue deeper into your
bouche, you started moving away from me and disappeared altogether within the crowd crossing the street at the command of a big green light and a chirping sound... having not glanced back at me even once.
Anyway, I hope you still share the passionate moments with that soul-mate of yours, that significant other, or SO as they say on the West Side, that top hat fat shining oily City fellow of yours, who visits you every fortnight, and will forgive me this slight deviation from the initial purpose of my approaching you, I simply could not help it but take this opportunity to reflect… Nothing more.
I was wondering if that old hairy rug that you recently put outside of your apartment has enjoyed enough of proximity to my door. If you think it has not, then I am in no position to complain, whatever your thought is on the subject. I just thought I would bring it to your attention as I know the times have been rough lately and this utterly insignificant circumstance might have slipped off your mind.
And, yes, if by some strange joke of fate you suddenly feel like tasting a Napoleon at that French bakery again, please do give me a buzz.
With my warmest regards I remain
your Neighbour