It is the beginning of another month and thus time for another installment of the Ohmygod saga to catch up on the previous installments click on the Ohmygod menu up top. As you will recall, I used to be a cycling tour guide in Europe for several years.
Some may wonder about the moniker, but the name chose itself really; it is what I uttered repeatedly during just about every interaction with him. It turned out to be one of the more memorable wine tastings I have ever experienced. That evening, we were having a bottle of champagne before dinner, when I felt something under the table caressing my leg….
I quickly looked away since I had not really thought about this possibility—there was no reason to be upset, but I was perplexed. I instantly wondered if I had done or said something to lead him on. I was also fairly certain that I had mentioned to the group that I was not married, but I was fairly serious with someone back in the States.
As I was pondering my next move, I glanced up again at Paul, ready to quickly avert my eyes, hoping that if I acted as if nothing were happening, the situation would eventually dissipate.
As I was about to nonchalantly look away, I paused…. There was something anomalous about his stare. It took me a second or two more to figure it out—he was smiling, and I was looking right at him, but he was not looking at me. I could swear that he was looking at the person seated on my left. In fact, that entire side of our table was now transfixed on that end of the room. Being seated with my back to the front door, I looked over my shoulder in an attempt to see what was causing the ruckus.
