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We passed two or three emails - as before no one had email, we had it we were, almost obligatorily, university or similar, and it was a kind of white duckling tale of the goat and the wolf - before meeting the conditions:

"I do not know anything about you, do not even want coffee before or after cigarette. You go up to the hotel room where I stay, call the door, you'll be waiting. If I do not like, you go the way you came. And if you agree, we do what we do, and you go away once we have finished. The less talk the better "

Said and done, I said the hotel (a luxury hotel by the sea, he said he worked there and be quiet), time, and I said I announced at reception saying: "I have a meeting in room nnnn" to let me pass.

Coming into the room. Doubts arise ... how I was sure who was going to get? How in heaven's name, I knew I would be waiting for a woman, not a Lord with all your weapons ready? In this case I was prepared to say that I had mistaken the room, and run away.

I call, a woman's voice asks who I am, it opens the door of a room almost dark.

"I was expecting. Let me smell you "
I flipped. "Let me smell you." No "you see." He came to my neck, sniffed (yes, I know that you can think of an advertisement for Axe, but no), and apparently I passed.

"We have two hours, do not talk, we have nothing to say, we will not see"
"But ..."
"Shhht" putting a finger on my lips. Do not talk.

His mouth followed his finger, kissing me as if there were no tomorrow. In fact, for us there was not.

He went to bed, turned off the light from the bedside table, was only the light on the entry.

And there in that bed, we did what we usually do in these cases. With desire, eager, curious, too, and without words.

No.

He spent half an hour, she got up, went to the bathroom, started up the shower, got into the cab, I went after her. I did sign in, we shower, we lathered each other. She made a fellatio last there, standing in the cabin, in broad daylight, in the shower, I remember with nostalgia.

Over, when I was still catching his breath, he said, you have to go.

And this is the last I heard of it.

Never responded to my emails.

link to the first chapter

This was the title of the film in Spain.

The original title was more impressive: "Une Liaison pornographique". But if the title changed the original Spanish, in English it was surreal, "An Affair of Love" (to Have an Affair, in English, is having an affair)

and the Spanish poster title remains under the title French original, but is that English has not only lost the original title but retranslated into French title, and call him "Une Liaison d'Amour" ( !) (which is not French, nor anything)

I imagine discussions marqueting departments of distributors, including those defending the right of the author to call his film as he wants, and those who believe that dirty word scares the public. Again, who had to win won.

And that was the movie?

it is a love story of a man (Sergi Lopez) and a woman (Nathalie Baye) is known through an advertisement for carrying out a sexual fantasy that both share. The first appointment will lead to another and what was at first merely a sexual bond, becomes a passionate relationship that ends.

In the film the two characters are remembering, separately, their love story to an interviewer whose face does not appear. This feature was essential to the director, because he was interested in making a film about love, but also on the memory. "In the interview they discover that the two lived that story of love three years ago and have not removed the head, so they need to tell anyone, but would cease to exist, Fonteyne said. The pornographic movie is just that , which is naked before a third party. That helped me to work on different levels of emotion. What it feels like to fall in love and then to remember, and it turns out the most exciting thing is that memory. "

But my post today was not that, but I posted an ad that one day some years ago (a few, because the movie is 99!) In a national newspaper:

"A private relationship. Have you seen the movie? Want to live with me? Call me at ... email me at ... "

And two comments. First, I also wrote the word damn, and second, that at that time not many people had email.

I must say that I can not collapse the phone (did not call anyone), or saturated the mailbox. But when he had lost hope, I received an email.

"I saw the movie. I would like to live. With conditions. "

link to the second and last chapter