feminine instinct was stronger than all, and thanks to him I was the victim of a wonderful stroke of lightning.
But above all, Let us put things in context ...
On a beautiful autumn afternoon, I go to the social security fund to update my card vital. Of course, this is a very simple thing to do, just put the card into the terminal support where the machine tells you to press and wait for a "hostess" for the future. But of course we must wait his turn, even to use a terminal. Before me, two other people. No problem, I'm waiting ... Of course, people are rarely satisfied when they go to such places. Sure, they take the opportunity to put their nerves on office workers who can offer them a satisfactory answer. What irritates them more. What also makes me expect more.
But finally it's my turn! I'll heat the vital card !!!!! Plic, Plic, Plic, enter. Hop is done. Triumphant, so I say to the "hostess" (the a lovely lady on reception, who likes her makeup carefully applied with a trowel ): 'That's it !!!!"
"The Host" tells me that now she can give me my certificate. Verrrrry good! I had also needed. Plic, sigh, plic, rhhha these machines, plic, VROM VROM. My certificate is ready! Super! I cast a quick eye ... but I discover that I am a mother of two, which is not at all, but then not my case.
I inform my dear hostess of the blunder, good course, she can do anything I have to call blah, department affiliation, blah. Suddenly I feel compassion for this nice lady who needs to take on the chin all day, and they joke a little children together. She even advised me to take advantage of family benefits, the joking, of course. Ahahah, thank you ma'am, goodbye.
I leave this place tarnished by the bad vibes. I'm in the middle of Paris, the sun is shining, the birds ... uh ... the sun shines. I decide not to go home and enjoy them directly for walking around that corner that I know well. My feet take me
instinctively Forum des Halles . I say, we'll just go take a look at shops. Black hole ... Here I find myself in the middle of H & M store with an armful of clothes hangers on which hang pretty clothes just waiting to be tried.
course, they all fit me. But we must make a choice. Yes, because I would be remiss not to have taken at least a small top that suited me so well. Hop to checkout, I chose to take two items (and not one or zero as expected). Any
perky, I leave the Forum des Halles after making a detour to a perfumery. I put my nose in full bottles, I poured the forearms of different fragrances, under the suspicious eye of vigil that was to be bored to death and thought that eventually I questionable behavior ("she sniffs everywhere, it takes nothing, she'll steal something, it is clear").
Well no! Victory! I left the store without buying anything and no sound!
Outside, the sun of early autumn gently caress my face. It's so good! I then decided to walk through the ancient streets of Paris and grouses to go home rather than go underground and take a good dose of bad vibes in fucking and a train that does not smell like roses.
I walk towards the Place des Victoires ... To my right, the store Kiliwatch ... temptation, temptation. I had found a few months ago, a beautiful pair of vintage boots which I am very satisfied. I'd go just to see what they have unearthed beautiful. Black hole ... I find myself in the middle of the store, in each hand a pair of vintage boots. I am looking for a rest (it should not exaggerate anyway). I get up and there ... an electric current through my body ... I feel overwhelmed by a feeling of well-being and intense excitement. My eyes are blurred, it is as if all of a sudden I found myself in a photo David Hamilton .
No doubt I'm live live live love at first sight!
Among hundreds and hundreds of second hand clothes, and piles of old shoes more or less healthy, my crush was standing right there before my eyes. I found it hard to believe ...
A beautiful pair of golden stilettos dragging me openly. Its splendor dazzled. I walk
then a trembling hand towards the object of lust. And then there is direct contact. My skin against his skin ... It's leather! In view of eye most is my size! I turn and turn in all directions, the information coming like a tsunami: Made in Italy, heel shape and perfect, but what a charming vintage condition! Neither one nor two, I put them on. They fit me! A mirror, quick!
I see the reflection of my golden shoes I see my feet and legs sublimated. Another tsunami hits again in my mind. I go through my entire wardrobe, and yes, I see myself with these magic shoes.
Black Hole ... I find myself at the checkout to dial my PIN. I grab the bag containing my treasure. Lost in my thoughts, I crossed the threshold of the store and I see myself walking a step lively with a silly smile of satisfaction. My ride can continue, and this time, given my condition fully satisfied, I'll be strong enough to walk past the shops, stopping in front of the windows and not feel this insatiable need to go into the den of the consumer ...
feminine instinct has guided my steps towards destiny:
CC Cancan 2009
