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A Ménage à Trois

March 9th, 2009 · 2 Comments

A ménage à trois in cards!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.  Phone booth in Paris.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.” 

Identical Twins!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!

Photo Credits:  Flickr

Tags: Mayaland · Paris - Paname

2 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Deena // Mar 9, 2009 at 2:55 pm

    Lynn, I thought I was going to read something a lot more racier! LOL

  • 2 Lynn // Mar 9, 2009 at 8:05 pm

    Sorry Deena, I know my title is just a teaser!

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