Matilda approached her long chair on the beach. A man stood by, checking his mobile. Or, rather, pretending to.
– Hm, that’s my seat, he said.
– No, she replied.
– Oh, I thought you are attracted to me and chose this chaise long, he put on a smile.
“Here we go”, she thought, “a pick up line”.
Matilda laid down on her chaise longue, a 200 page report in her hands.
He sat down on a chair nearby and launched into his scenario.
– What’s your name?
– Matilda. Yours?
– Liham. Where are you from?
– The poorest country on this continent, she said.
– Oh, I know Cristina Smth. She exports luxury goods to your country.
As if she was supposed to know all Cristinas in exports.
– There are beautiful girls there, he sticks to his lines. I traveled to O. with a friend last year. He wanted a beautiful girl.
– And not too smart, preferably. Matilda just could not help it.
– And smart too, he had to adapt his lines. But I was not looking for girls. I was in love at that time. Broke apart though recently.
“Aren’t’ we all in love!?”, Matilda thought to herself, with sarcasm.
– I live in France now, she said, to see what else he has in his arsenal of lines. I am married.
– So what?, he exclaimed and kept it faithfully to his lines: I am French. But I travelled a lot. I am open-minded. I could be your lover.
He was really in love with his learned lines, so he continued:
– I am attracted to you. Your body. I like petites. I like to dominate in bed.
– It is an illusion you have, she spoiled his lines. Again.
Confusion on his face.
– You think “petites” is by definition “obedient”. Obéissantes. It is an illusion, she repeats.
– You have brain, he looked her up and down.
“Probably my brain is all over my body”, she thought.
– A No is a “No”, she said.
Five seconds pause. His plan B had to come to rescue.
– Do you believe in God? he asked.
– You ask because of this? Matilda touched her small cross pendant with a diamond. It is a gift from my husband.
– You are smart and fast. You do in life what you like. You are married and in love…. He stood up and handed over his business card to her. Call me. In ten years, maybe.
He marched to the sea and jumped into cool water.
“Who has business cards on the beach, in beach attire only”? Matilda was amused.
Couple of minutes later, Liham met his friends on the beach and mentioned to them that he leaves for Paris in the evening. Just loud enough so that Matilda can overhear.
Next morning, there was a sign on the door: “pardon us”. It was on the door next to Matilda’s hotel room.
Before the trip, her husband playfully warned her “careful with the guys there!” : “Darling, men come there accompanied by girls twice younger. Or, if they come alone, an army of skilled huntresses is after them. I cannot compete with either.”
After her encounter on the beach she thought: “oh, there is a third breed – beach hunters for love”.
