During a radiant Sunday afternoon in a picturesque Parisian park, where I've had the pleasure of residing for over two weeks, I found myself surrounded by an idyllic atmosphere. The cerulean sky above was dotted with puffy white clouds, and the warm, luminous sunlight filtering through the leafy trees cast a resplendent glow on the lush green grass.
As I sat on a bench, I couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over me. However, my thoughts were soon interrupted by the profusion of messages on my phone from a mysterious individual I'd matched with on a popular French dating application. The enigmatic stranger's profile was shrouded in mystery, featuring only a silhouette and his age: 49, a mere three years my senior.
Despite the lack of visual information, he was quick to initiate a conversation, disclosing his open-minded nature, towering height of 6 ft 1 in... and athletic physique. He proceeded to discuss the city's hourly hotels, "accessible through an obscure application I'd never encountered before," "which offered rooms for short periods during the afternoon." As I scrolled through my messages... I came across a multitude of other suitors who were far more forward in their requests.
A sunny Sunday in a park in Paris, where I have been for over two weeks. Overhead the sky is blue, the light filtering through the trees is golden and on my phone are messages I have exchanged with a man whose name and face I do not know. We matched on a French dating app, where his profile has no photo, just a silhouette and his age: 49, three years older than me.
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