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Am in France. There'll be no music stuff today because I'm still all flushed and I feel I'm allowed to have a non-music entry after what happened yesterday.
I was in my hotel room, naked, putting on some Tan-Without-Sun lotion when there was a knock on the door.
"I'm...not decent!" I yelled, thinking it was the cleaner.
"I hope that's not your new pick-up line!" someone yelled back and I dropped the lotion on my toe.
"Ow, FUCK!"
I opened the door still swearing and jumping on one foot and there he was. Chris. With no suitcase, frowning and staring at my hurt foot.
"What the hell are you-" he managed before I recovered and jumped on top of him, the door closing behind us, and we ended up on the bed faster than anyone (me) has ever dragged someone (him) onto a bed in the long history of French hotelroom lovemaking. I vaguely remember panting, "Get on bed! Take pants off! Faster!" and him chuckling a little, but to be honest I was too busy getting on my back and spreading my legs to be sure. I hadn't seen Chris in weeks so I'm not even a little bit ashamed of that. And then when I thought it couldn't get any better, he did The Stuff! Mmmm. I love The Stuff.
My brain went a bit hazy after that but I do remember that after all the hot and wild sex, he looked down at me with this smile that just melted my heart, and said, "I was supposed to seduce you!"
"You should come to Australia with me." I said.
"We'll see each other before you leave."
"You should come to Australia with me."
"I have a schedule too. I can't just leave. You know that."
"You should come to Australia with me."
"I have my band to think about. And my house plants and my personal trainer."
"You should come to Australia with me. Your house plants and your trainer can come too."
"He's twenty-four and blond."
I growled.
Chris chuckled and then he got all serious for a moment and bent down and kissed me on the mouth. "I'll miss you," he said.
He was on his way back to the US two hours later.
PS. I'm now tanned-without-sun in places I'm sure they didn't mean for it to, um, end up. Ew.
PS 2. I love The Stuff!