Boo La La

In order to inject a little exotic spice into our love-making, Verena and  I were advised to dress-up and adopt the personalities of famous lovers. "Fantasy role-playing" our sexologist called it. Instinctively, and because we harbor a deep and abiding love of all things ala Francais, we instantly agreed to transform ourselves into Napoleon and Josephine that very evening.

Now, students of popular quotations can probably spot the flaw in our decision almost immediately. However, as we over-excitedly rushed across town to the costume shop, Verena and I plain forgot that "Not tonight, Josephine" is perhaps the world's most notoriously nay-saying rejection.

"But that was just that one night before an especially important battle." I assured Verena. "An unusual exception to Napoleon's normally passionate rule." Anyway, eventually, after much faux French-accented whispering of sweet nothings, I was finally able to coax her into the boudoir, and there she lay, seductively arrayed in her rented First Empire finery, coyly awaiting the great French general's thrusting manouvers as I adjusted my tricolor hat in the bathroom mirror.

I must have been halfway down the street when my phone rang. "What are you doing?" Verena's puzzled voice demanded ... "I'm retreating from Moscow." I told her.

Oh well, back to square one. Romance is such a game of chess, isn't it?

Comments

[Department of Deceptive Appearances]

this reminds me:

The baker of the Miracle Chapati, Shella Anthony, a devout Catholic, baked dozens of chapatis daily. One day in September 2002, she had given her children some to eat. Her daughter refused to eat one, remarking that it was burnt. Anthony was on the verge of discarding it , but on inspection Anthony noticed that the burn mark resembled Christ, an opinion confirmed by her daughter and many of her neighbours.[editor's note: evidently not all of her neighbors were convinced] She handed it over to her parish priest, George Jacob, who agreed and promptly pronounced it a miracle. It was then put it in a glass case for exhibition. Church officials say nearly 20,000 Christians have already visited the Renewal Retreat Centre to pay homage in front of the chapati, which has now been mounted in a glass case, and to offer prayers.
(see wikipedia for jpeg)

I wonder why no one ever discovers the image of Napolean on their croissant?

[stephenesque]

they do - but he was such a blobby shaped figure that nobody ever notices

[DarkoV]

Ah Ha! Now I understand why Napoleon always wore that hat of his sideways.
The better to.......

[Andraste]

Jeez. Just this past week I saw the image of Martin Buber in a sesame bagel, Karl Marxx in a grilled cheese sandwich, and Paris Hilton in a smear of brie. Do you see ME setting up any shrines?

[the face of reason in a mudpie]

buber bagel yes
paris brie yes
marx grilled cheese?
was the image restaurant out of borscht?
unless to grill suggests totalitarian inquisition,..
brilliant fellow

[The Peperiums]

hahahahahaha..... Verena didn't understand his retreat from Moscow was over old territory, did she?

[blind bebop moooo jazz]

too many days away from your beat, i began to worry and called the heat, reported you missing. now you are among the missing, no longer simply lost. your face will stare out from milk carton cartoons everywhere like a miracle chapati. not cool, man, not at all cool,...

[stephenesque]

Yes. I'm usually away on the weekends, so S and Su are sort of none posting days. Actually, I'll be on vacation from Wednesday to Wednesday starting this week. MAybe I'll schedule some posts while I'm away - but I wouldn't count on it!

[stephenesque]

Yes. I'm usually away on the weekends, so S and Su are sort of none posting days. Actually, I'll be on vacation from Wednesday to Wednesday starting this week. MAybe I'll schedule some posts while I'm away - but I wouldn't count on it!