I spend a lot of time wandering the streets of Paris, it's one of my favorite things to do. On Saturday I was meandering near Les Halles when I saw her. She was stunning. Gorgeous. I crossed the street for a closer look. She was unlike the French ones - dressed in Indonesian finery and exotically perfumed. My throat tightened slightly. It was the hope from searching a long time for something and finally finding it.
She took me by the hand and welcomed me in. It was romantic - darkened just right, with focused lighting and an ornate chandelier. Nobody else was there - just me and her. It's like she had been waiting for me. I glanced at the menu and easily picked two of my favorites: Gado Gado and Mie Goreng. "You know what you want, don't you" she said, less of a question, more of an assertion. She was confident. It was a very sexy - as if something was being promised.
When the Gado Gado arrived I stared at it, unsure. It looked strange, a bit off somehow. I tasted a fork-full just as she leaned in and whispered "today my life coach suggested crystals to balance my spirit." I froze in mid-chew, became a mannequin. The words stung me like a eye-poke, they were so out of context. What the........? I blinked, took another bite, chewed slowly. The Gado Gado was drowned in peanut sauce and one-dimensional - all sprouts. Where were the potatoes? The tofu? It was all wrong.
"What do you think? Do you believe in crystals?" She was looking at me expectantly. No words came, nothing. I felt trapped. She was all looks, no depth, no substance. How could I let myself get suckered like this? When the Mie Goreng appeared I knew this was sure to be the most disappointing meal I've had in a while. It was shrouded in a muddy glaze. This is supposed to be a spicy dish - it should dance! It sat lifelessly in my mouth - flat, flavorless, disgusting. Just one bite and I quietly asked for the bill, paid my 30 Euros, got up, walked out, no looking back, relieved to finally be outside in the cool air.
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