#13 - Singing in the rain

4 years ago
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On a wonderful Sunday of August, Don Quixote invited me to go to a little theater to watch "Singin' in the rain". I like to watch old American movies while cooking during Thanksgiving and Christmas time, but this one never came up in my Netflix browsing. I believe that I watched it only once, when I was a teenager in France.

We did not have at this time DVD players with languages options, so if you wanted to watch a movie in his original version, you had to go early afternoon, Mondays through Fridays, at the theater or watch on television the Sunday "Ciné club". It was my favorite evening of the week. Everyone was in bed and I could watch these fantastic old movies, most of the time in white and black, in their original versions. I am not a cinephile and my knowledge is certainly very poor in this domain, but I wanted to improve my English. To be certain that I will not cheat and read the subtitles, I was moving a big chair front of the television, so the top will cover the bottom of the screen and with an old school notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, I was watching and writing sentences or words that were new for me. During Mondays morning breakfasts, each time that one member of my family will talk to me, I will answer by a sentence from the movie, that of course did not make any sense: " will you please pass me the sugar" (in French) and me to answer in English lifting the sugar pot: "After all, tomorrow is another day!" or "We will always have Paris." I think after a while everyone tried to ignore me on Mondays morning and It is how I got the nick name of "original version".

But let's return to my date with Don Quixote. It was the Sunday before back to school and everyone was moving into Cambridge. The Masspike was looking like a Monday morning during the rush hours, at the exception that workers do not move in, so you do not get the trailers and little trucks, that parents do not know how to drive. It looked like an exodus.

If you never went to Cambridge, you have to know that if you are not a resident and do not have a parking permit, your chances to win the national lottery are bigger than to find a parking spot. When I arrived at Harvard square I asked a policeman where I could park, to be certain that I will not get a ticket. It was my lucky day, he nicely proposed me to move his police car, so I can park on his spot because he was finishing his shift. I asked him if it was a trick that he used to write more tickets and we started to laugh. The day had start stressfully, but it was getting better. Nothing like a smile on your face to changer the course of time.

I reached Don Quixote, told him my parking story and after a drink we went for this early film show. It surprised me that a man will chose a musical comedy, but he never stopped to surprise me since we met, and it was such an excellent choice. I think that it is one of the best musical comedy ever made.

Following the movie we had an early dinner, but I had one more shopping duty for him, I needed to buy condoms and wanted some advises. We entered in the first pharmacy that we crossed, and I am sure that it is the smallest pharmacy in all New England. Someone asked us what we were looking for, and of course all the staff and clients could hear the request made by these foreigners with strong accents, but who cares in 2013 about a couple buying condoms? Because the place is very small, the condoms are stocked between the bandages and the feet accessories. Certainly a logical explanation for the schematics, but I cannot see it clearly. So here we were, talking about the different sizes, textures and lubricants when a lady trying to get a box of bandages asked nicely after multiples excuses, if we could move a little so she could reach the box and to say loudly covering with one hand the right side of her eye: "Do not worry, I am not looking!". We were not trying them and I swear were fully dressed. We turned to each other and started to laugh. Of course, nobody could ignore us anymore in this little pharmacy and I wonder if the lady left without her bandages.

After a movie and a dinner, you need to walk, so we went to the Charles River. I did not remember when was the last time that I had a Sunday with a man, doing simple things, chatting, having fun and enjoying a wonderful summer day. It was starting to look romantic.

At this point of our story, it was our fourth meeting, and we were talking or emailing daily. I had find a stylist, a condom specialist, someone I could have exchanges with, and a friend. I always thought that if you have a good friend, it is better not to have sex with, because for sure the friendship will not survive it. If I will have been fifteen years younger, I will have authorize myself to fall in love with him, to conquer him, fight to take him from his wife and all of that with absolutely not a pinch of guilt!

Walking along the Charles River, the question was: Are we going to have sex, because I want to keep you as a friend? We could not find any answer and decided to try it. Don Quixote booked a room in a nice hotel and while he was getting the room, I went for the shopping duties, what means wine, bread and cheese. How can anyone have sex and starve after it?
I had forget what was to have sex with a 40's years old, they have experience and plenty energy. Everything was perfect except maybe one little thing, it was missing the magic ingredient, we were not in love with each other. Since I know Don Quixote, I can hear in his voice the love for his wife and read in his eyes the beauty of it. I know that his love is not understood, their expectations different, but I believe that he can transform their marriage in a long and beautiful story, because I felt his heart, his spirit and his soul.

We still to see each other as friends and to communicate regularly. I love him dearly as a friend and as a person. He is part of the extraordinary people of my life. I want him to know how precious he is to me, because he brought and bring every day in my life a nice breeze.

How can I live without his humor and our mutual comprehension?

 

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