The next morning, I woke up feeling like I had been hit over the head with a bottle! I had no idea what I was doing in a kids room. Standing at the door way was JP’s friend. JP had vanished!
I had no idea how to get back to the house, so JP’s friend gave me a ride on his electric scooter!
And that was the end of JP!
I sent him a text about two weeks later..(why I don’t know). But, he never responded. Typical! I was upset for a little bit, (for a day or two) but I got over it pretty quickly. I was young, pretty and living in Paris, and there were many many more boys to KISS!
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When are you gonna write about the “love of your life” (impatient me!)? 😀
hahaha..im getting there! I didn’t meet him for another few years after my French Kiss!
You’re inspiring me!