May 20, 2016
Jean the Violinist of the Bains d'Odessa
In the spring of 2004, I went to Europe for my usual Paris-Brussels-Amsterdam circuit, and dropped in to the Bains d'Odessa, near the Luxembourg Gardens.
He put on a white shirt and blue jeans, and then pulled a violin case out of his locker.
A violinist! I wasn't going to let this one get away!
I walked over to him. "I played the viola in high school."
He glared at me. "Très fascinant."
Well, that was rather a lame pick-up line.
He headed for the door. I followed. "Um...um....the first guy I datd with played the violin."
"Vous devriez lui téléphoner." Then you should call him.
I was sinking fast! He paused to pick up his valuables from the lock box. "Um...um...my high school music teacher was enormous. Almost as big as me."
"Vraiment?" He turned and smiled. "Je m'appelle Jean."
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