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SWEET SIXTEEN
March 28, 2008
My name is Michael, I’m 38 years old, and two months ago I was in LA on business. On my first night, I was in the bar having a drink, when I saw Mia sitting at the bar. She had a Halle Berry look about her. It took me no time at all to walk over, and introduce myself.
Mia was a 34 year-old actress who was still looking for her big break. She was in LA on an audition for a new reality series. They were looking for a beautiful, mulatto, late 20’s, with a great body, who could surf. She certainly fit the bill, except for the surfing part – she lied about that. We talk for a couple of hours, until she told me she was catching a plane home in the morning, and had to get some sleep. She lived in Montreal, which explained the surfing problems. I suggested the night was young and if she left now, we might be missing out on something. She told me she had just broken up with her boyfriend, Jean Claude, and wasn’t going to sleep with me.
I was fine with that, sort of fine – anyway I talked her into going out. We took in four clubs, returning to her hotel at about 4am. She kissed me goodbye, and said after she had a little time to get over Jean Claude, she’d call.
Two months later the phone rang. It was Mia. She invited me to Montreal to resume where we left off. One week later, I was landing at the Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport. I was going to meet Mia after work at a café near her apartment.
When Mia arrived she looked just as beautiful as I remembered her, except a little bigger. She kissed me on the cheek, ordered a drink, and went on to tell me she was pregnant with Jean Claude’s child. I must admit it took a little steam out of my weekend fantasies. She then told me she was through with Jean Claude, and wanted to take me back to her place and have me. The pregnant thing still was getting in the way. Nevertheless, we left.
When we reached her apartment, I still wasn’t sure what to do. Then she opened the door. It looked the apartment had been ransacked. There were clothes everywhere - the floor, the sofa, the table, even the kitchen counter. I looked into her bedroom and saw another mound of clothes, 5 feet high, on what I assumed was her bed.
I quickly suggested we leave my bag, and go get dinner. She picked Marcel’s, and we were seated immediately. As customary the bus boy, about 16 years old, came over to fill our water glasses. Mia stood up and greeted him with this sentence. “Jean Claude, what are you doing working here? His response, “I have a child to take care of”.
Michael
New York City
