'Puzzled'

Episode 44 - Daydreaming

Episode 44 - DaydreamingNice, France, 30 December

It seems my ‘trick’ on Mohammed has worked well.

I hope, as promised, he will send the invitation to the owner of ‘Rosalinda’. Though, him sending the invitation doesn’t mean the ‘charming young man’ accepting it. He might have some other plans for the New Year's Eve. Most likely he will be spending it with his girlfriend, that same Rosalinda in whose honour he has called his yacht. If so, then my ‘trick’ as well as Mohammed's invitation will have no effect at all.

 Despite my chances of meeting the ‘charming young man’ again being rather slim I still keep picturing our next rendezvous in all details. So much so that in the end I convince myself I’m bound to see him at Mohammed's party. I log into my f*******:, hoping to chat with Nicolas, but find him off f*******:. His status has not been updated for some days. He must be busy, or else, has found a girlfriend, finally. Leaving a message in the chat for him, I notice a new ‘friend’ request, flashing at me.

I click on it. It’s Mohammed.

Accepting his ‘friendship’, I go to his profile. The wall is covered with images of sports cars, some sayings in Arabic, and photos of models. I check out his ‘friends’ - the same ‘authentic beauty’ ...  I seem to be the odd one not matching at all the type of women he is inclined towards. Does he bring all the girls he likes to his yacht?

I leave his profile. Back to mine, I upload some photographs I’ve taken in Saint-Tropez. The first ‘likes’ arrive, all from Mohammed and all concerning the photos of his yacht. I chuckle.

Deciding to check out the f*******: profile of the owner of the ‘Rosalinda’, I type ‘Jacque Moreau’ in the f*******: search but it returns no relevant finds. ‘Considering his looks, he must be registered on the f*******: under some other name’, I think and run a search on him in Google. But again, I find nothing.

I check my inbox: some messages from my editor and the usual spam … I shut the laptop and return to my daydreaming, picturing my next rendezvous with the ‘charming young man’.