Posté par ITgium le 22 décembre 2012
De François de la Chevalerie
Many Chinese women are in fear to remain alone at the age of thirty.
When Theodolus, an attractive Greek guy from Thessalonica, met Sylvie, within a few weeks the subject of ‘the future’ was broached by her, including a fatal question about marriage.
How the hell do Theodolus find an easy-going Chinese girl who isn’t gonna stress about marriage ?
It seems an impossible task.
Here, the tale.
Hundred times, she has alerted me about her age.
The morning jingle
Soon the night, all nights
on the verge of despair.
Her age seems an insurmountable barrier.
At 29, always alone, she snifs a life failure in the middle of nowhere.
She fears the eye catcher, some putting them down about her age, her celibacy.
Already, she suffocates, trembling, difficulty in breathing.
She asks me to marry her immediately, this very day
As fleeing from a rain of bullets, in an outburst, she says abruptly : – We will do it perfectly !
Slip a smile on his face.
Mouth half open, she continues her heavely offensive.
She races towards me, kissing my neck, my cheeks and my forehead, like an experienced porn star.
Another kiss on my lips, sailing over my tongue
She whispers, a carnal I love you.
She rubs my belly, going merrily on my chest.
Follows an another I love you, this one more sober.
A little weird, too abrupt.
Another one, colder, too fast.
Another, thrown in a hurry.
The last one, dilapidated.
I, she said in a whisper, holding her breath.
A tear slides down her face.
She cries, head down.
Then she looks at me as she has never done so.
An uncompromising looking.
Surprisingly, I smile.
Then she nods her head slightly, the bust stiff, with a snap of his fingers.
- Okay ! She said.
Instantly, she flew directly to the door, without looking back.
Another man was already in her head.
I never saw her again.