French Kiss Page #3

You are afraid of sex.

That is ridiculous.

I can tell from your face

and how you dress

with your little white buttons

all the way up to here.

In bed, you are waiting

under the covers,

the light is going off,

and then, like a rabbit...

What?

What is the matter with you?

You don't know me.

I know that you are afraid...

You don't know what I do,

and Charlie never complained.

Stop that.

There were a few months

where I didn't feel like it.

That was a long time ago,

and I was in between

teaching jobs. Yes.

For you to sit there

with that smug expression

and tell me that

I have a problem

with my life and my Charlie

You're just some

nicotine-saturated

and, sorry to say,

hygiene-deficient

Frenchman!

Look...

What a fantastic view?

Now, if you will excuse me,

I must go do

as nature intended.

Pardon, monsieur.

Sir, I'm sorry,

there's no smoking on this plane.

OK, then can I have

two glasses with ice?

Excuse me. Can I

ask you something?

It's Luke, isn't it?

Luc.

No, not Luc... Luc.

Luc?

You want to ask me

something, or no?

No. Forget it.

I forget already.

Did you mean all

that stuff you said,

or were you just

trying to anger me?

Do I look like

the kind of person

that doesn't know

how to have a good time?

You were how old

when you lost it?

It? What it?

You know, it. Your flower.

My flower.

My flower is none

of your business.

I ask you because some people,

they rush toward

the fateful moment,

their bodies bursting

to discover.

Others, they guard it

like some precious gift,

and they wait and wait.

You, I suppose, rushed.

Like a bull.

I have a clear

picture in my mind.

A young bull.

How young?

No, you are right.

I was 12. Magda.

She was a putain...

A...prostitute.

She lived just outside

of my town,

just by a little bridge.

She was... Not beautiful,

but she had this mouth.

Oh, there was another

world waiting there.

But I did not have

the money for the kissing.

Only for the... You know.

I don't understand.

To kiss a prostitute,

it costs more.

It has always been.

Oh, well, that makes sense.

A kiss is so... So intimate.

You could probably disconnect

from everything else,

but a kiss...

Two people's lips together,

and their breath,

a little bit of their souls...

All I mean is that a kiss

is where the romance is.

That is what I thought back then,

so I stole 50 francs

from my brother Antoine,

and I went back,

and I kissed Magda

for half an hour.

It was very good.

Now you.

Now me what?

It is your turn.

I tell you, now you tell me.

I am all ears.

All right. Yeah...

No, I didn't... I...

I didn't rush, you were right,

but I didn't hide

from it, either.

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