Sep 24 2008
The Alps
An older man who reeked of smoke sat next to me on the train. He was vacationing from the British Isles, filled with energy he didn’t stop talking the entire snow filled ride up the Swiss mountain. He worked in construction and talked about it a lot. He packed his bag went to the airport, and booked the next flight out which landed him here. His goal is to get his drivers license for reasons I didn’t really understand. I asked him if he had a reservation. “No Problem.” He said. He didn’t know where he was traveling to when he left his house of course he didn’t have a reservation.
Do you want to share a room and save some money, two beds?
We found a rustic Swiss chalet. Vigen insisted on paying.
“No, then I’ll feel obligated to have sex with you,” I joked
Vigen ceremoniously unpacked his bags placing a self-standing wood cross on the nightstand. He took off the crucifix necklace he was wearing, kissed it then hung it from the cross. He placed a Bible next to the cross after kissing it then lastly a box of condoms that he kisses and placed on top of the bible. He did the hand motion of Father, Son and Holy Spirit then said a silent prayer.
“Are you joking, where are the hidden cameras. You better be praying to get laid.”
After analyzing the situation, I came to the conclusion that I may have had sex with this guy if he hadn’t pulled out the box of condoms. I would have looked at him and his crucifixes and saw a challenge, the condoms were too presumptuous.
“Just so there aren’t any further misunderstandings, I’m getting my own room.”
from my book: Scars of Paris available at Borders Barnes & Nobles Amazon
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