I take a deep breath, adjust the straps of my sling bag as my eyes wander to the big and magnificent building before me. I had heard rumors about Paris being beautiful. I had heard so much from people all over the world that the city was known to be one of the most beautiful places on earth.
And it is.
The city is absolutely gorgeous, but I am not here to sightsee or to visit the Eiffel Tower or the Louvre Museum. I am here for the only reason that anyone travels to Paris: for a lovely vacation. But what’s so lovely about the vacation when I am all alone?
Well, let’s go back to a few days ago when this whole solo vacation thing came to mind. Everything was going on well with my five years fiance, Gabriel. I am thirty years old now. Gabriel and I had been dating since I was twenty five and while he has been nothing but an excellent lover, he never believed in sex before marriage.
Don’t get me wrong, I am no sex addict but surely, being a virgin at thirty sucks, right? Especially when you talk about anything sexual with your fiance, all he says is wait until marriage.
And the marriage? It’s not even confirmed. So, two days ago, I gave Gabriel an ultimatum. It’s either he fucks me or he gives me the date of our wedding.
” Helen, you know I can’t do any of the two. ” That was his answer. At that moment, I didn’t care about his reasons anymore. I just slipped off the engagement ring I have been wearing for three years and placed it on the table before walking away.
I didn’t need to use words to make him understand that we were over. After arriving home, I expected him to atleast follow me and try to talk things out. How disappointed I was. The only thing I received was a damn message and it’s contents ? ” I am going out of the city for a business meeting. When I come back, I hope you would have calmed down and we can talk. ”
He thinks I should calm down? Calm down my fucking ass. Should I come down until I am thirty five, still a virgin and without a family? Then what happens if by then he decides that I am not the one for him? Then what? Do I spend the rest of my life bitter and miserable? Cursing his ass? That night is when I decided to travel to Paris. It has always been my dream and since the love of my life couldn’t give me the attention I deserved, then maybe it’s time to make my dreams a reality.
Now, here I am in front of my hotel, the Hotel du Palais Royal, located in the 1st Arrondissement of Paris. I step into the luxurious hotel, feeling as if I am living a fairy tale. I have a suite booked for a week and boy, am I excited.
After getting checked in, I head towards the elevator. It opens and a young couple walks out, both looking extremely happy and in love. I sigh and get in, pressing the button that would take me to the suite on the seventh floor.
There are things I regret in life and one of them is being too serious with life and paying zero attention to my love life while young. I mean, yes I am rich with a successful business but at what price? Being a thirty year old and stupidly single after dumping the only man I ever dated my whole life.
But what’s the use of regretting now? Atleast now, I can afford a lovely vacation in the company of two or more gorgeous male escorts to keep me company and warm the bed. That’s the incredible plan I have for this vacation.
I have another reason for being here too. I plan to lose my Virginity in this city and if possible, go home with a bun cooking in my oven. That’s why I chose the perfect phase of my menstruation cycle to be here.
Fuck Gabriel and his marriage promises. I am going to take charge of my life and the first step to doing that is losing this damn v-card and get pregnant. I am not going to sit by and hit menopause while waiting for a man to make up his mind about marrying me.
I can already imagine the look on his face once I reveal to him that I am no longer a virgin and probably with a child. I know I sound crazy but… I am excited.
I smile and reach the suite, excited to see the inside. And once I open the door and step into the huge room, the first thing that hits me is how beautiful and expensive it looks. Well, I did pay some good pennies for the space after all. It’s a very large space, with a sitting area, a bathroom and a separate bedroom.
The whole place is painted a cream white color. I turn and see a balcony, and decide to check it out. Once outside, the view of the city and the river is breathtaking. I smile and take a deep breath, breathing in the air and enjoying the feel of the fresh breeze on my skin.
I decide to take a quick shower and get ready for a dinner downstairs.
As the hot water from the shower runs down my body, I close my eyes and try to push away the images of Gabriel and my past. This vacation is meant to heal and I can’t do that if I keep thinking about the past. I’ll admit something though, I still love Gabriel. I have loved him for five years but I won’t watch as my love for him turns into a weakness and add more regrets into my life.
I step out of the shower and dry my body. After slipping into a black evening gown, I check myself in the mirror. With a smile, I walk to the closet, grab my purse and head downstairs.
It’s still early for the dinner and I want to do some sightseeing around the hotel of course.
A lady walks to me in uniform and greets me in french, a language I understand fluently. I tell her what I want, and she leads the way. She offers to give me a tour of the hotel but I decide not to bother her, plus I can enjoy the tour alone.
This hotel is huge, and the decorations are just amazing. Everything is beautifully decorated and the staffs are all so helpful and friendly. I have to admit, Paris is the city of love. I can smell it in the air. Lovers on a vacation, newly weds on their honeymoon, families celebrating.
Everyone is in love. Everyone except me.
After admiring what the hotel offers, I decide to head back for dinner.