It’s All Maya!

I was in the shower this morning and one of my old boyfriends popped into my head.  R. was a really nice guy and I loved getting lost in his beautiful green eyes.  We had been going out for several weeks when one day I was walking down the street in my quartier near Mabillon.  (Let me just say that Paris is not really a big city, but rather a bunch of little villages all gathered together where you run into people you know all the time.)

Anyway, I was heading home early one evening, when who do I see in the phone booth talking on the phone, none other than R.  Yes, this was before cell phones.  (I did say he was an old boyfriend!)  I waited outside the booth for him as he continued talking,…. and talking…. and talking.  I thought, Hmm, it must be an important call, he’s not even saying hello to me.  So I waited and waited until he finally hung up the phone.

He pushed the door open and held it for me to go in.  I looked at him surprised and said, “Aren’t you going to say anything?!”

He looked at me confused and said, “Uh, no?”

“No!” I said, my eyes widening and my nostrils beginning to flare!

“Sorry?” he said still confused. 

“If that’s all you’re going to say to me, I’m out of here!” I said, walking away and mad as hell for waiting all that time. 

“Wait,” he called after me, “you must think I’m my brother R. 

I stopped and turned around as he came toward me.  “I’m D.” he said, “you must know by twin R.” 

I looked at him skeptically thinking, Hmm, this has to be R!  He never told me he had an identical twin!  This is crazy!  The green eyes and all 6 ft. 2 in. of him were identical to R.

“Tell me your name,” he said, ”and I’ll tell R. I saw you.”   

So I gave him my name.  What else could I do?! 

A few days later I had a rendez-vous with R. and he said, “So, you met my brother!”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had an identical twin?”

“Because,” he said, in a rather serious tone, “when most girls find out, they want to have a ménage à trois and my idea of a ménage à trois does not include my brother in the threesome!”

Umm!

Maya Muses:  Fast forward 5 years later, I was waiting for the Métro in Châtelet and I ran into R.  He was getting off the train as I was about to get on.  We kissed and asked how things were going and caught up on our lives.  I was now living with J-P and he was now living with A.  We were delighted to see one another.  I hopped on the following train and he stood there on the platform and blew me a kiss as the train pulled away. 

Then several months passed and once again I was on the Métro and who should hop on?  R., he was just a few feet from me.  He stood there looking around.  I looked right at him and he looked at me, but there was no sign of recognition whatsoever and then I remembered, it must be D.!

At least I hope it was D.!  Otherwise, R. has a serious case of a split personality, or half the time he’s living in Mayaland!  I’m glad we didn’t stay together, it was too weird of a situation where you just never knew who was who!

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