I was invited by the French government to live and work at Cite des Artes in Paris, in the Marais for 3 or 6 months, my choice. My boyfriend at the time was none too happy about this, I never really knew why. I chose 3 months instead of 6, to make him happy, it didn't really work, he was of Mexican heritage and born under the sign of Scorpio and he liked drama. In the months leading up to my departure, anytime my Parisian residency was mentioned Evaristo's response was stony silence.
I don't know why I was expecting anything different, this is the guy who would say things like..."I don't want to go to work today, I want to be an ARTIST". So...my departure date arrived, Jan 2 2006 and soon enough I was in my new studio in Paris, outfitted with an awesome easel, I took that as I sign that I should be painting there, in Paris, so I did. I went to the louvre during the day and all the other amazing museums there in Paris and looked at paintings, then I came back to my studio and painted, it was amazing.
I also had my laptop with me and would go to the usual sites, bearwww, bear411 etc and flirt with guys. One guy in Astoria queens with whom I had had a mild flirtation over the years took a renewed interest in me. He would describe in detail various sexual scenarios that really got me going and ask if I would have sex with him when I got back....what could I say? He seemed to know exactly what I liked in the bedroom even though I had never told him...it was weird but kind of hot. Evaristo and I had such a messy relationship...he was always breaking up with me, like every 6 weeks or so then he would call me up after a couple of weeks and want to get back together....who knew what happened during those breakups, so when Astoria asked if I would have sex with him I said "sure", I didn't hear much from him after that.
Evaristo and some friends had planned to visit me about halfway through my residency. The halfway mark was exactly February 14. So a few days before Evaristo arrived, and he was grumpy. Everything was bugging him, he was always kind of picking a fight. On the 13th Evaristo and I and a friend took a stroll to the Centre Georges Pompidou, after a couple of hours Evaristo said he wanted to go back to my place and how could he get there, I did my best to explain (walk to the Seine and take a left) and was a little surprised that he didn't think it was his own responsibility to find his way around. After a couple more hours I headed back to my place at Cite des Artes, Evaristo was nowhere to be seen so around 11 I went to bed, a little while later Evaristo showed up and informed me that he was leaving for NY first thing in the morning...he had changed his ticket. He felt that I had sabotaged his trip by not giving him more detailed directions from the Pompidou back home.....he had no interest in talking about this, it was overt and he got on his plane the following day, so there I was in Paris and my boyfriend of 4 years had broken up with me on Valentine's day. I played Serge Gainsbourg's "Comment te dire Adieu" and layed low for a few days. Before long I was seeing a French guy in an open relationship, a smart, funny guy who was great in bed, we had an awesome time together and he was taking me out for dinner to his favorite Parisian restaurants.
Oh and when I returned a few months later Evaristo was living with the guy in Astoria who knew all of my bedroom secrets...
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