Raphael

This was my third date with Raphael.

The Italian restaurant in Germany was a very classy upscale place. Dim lights, limited seating, Greek musicians playing Spanish guitar. I didn't always feel lucky in love, but Raphael knew just what to say in any situation. After a long time, I felt like I understood someone. We seemed to communicate on the same degree.

Did I mention Raphael was a modern art painting.


Oh, he was so handsome! The beautiful, strong frame that held so sensuous yet profound strokes of varied colours. How could one not love the bright personality hidden beneath the dark, lustful hues. Each pattern had a thousand meanings and each colour mystified with every conversation. There was never a boring moment with Raphael. He livened up the room each time he entered. His mere presence gave my imagination wings. Oh, Raphael...

We nibbled on our Swiss dessert which went well with the French wine. The waiter approached the table to take our main course orders.

"A pack of cigars for the gentleman and I'll have a Russian salad", I briefed the waiter.

"Very well mam", the waiter said and left.

Raphael's tone changed suddenly.

"What?" I asked

"Russia is not in Europe" he seemed to say.

"Well, technically it is, why else would they have Russian salad on the menu." I was getting a little uncomfortable with this discussion.

"Please, you are embarrassing me!" his pink and red tints brightened.

"Excuse me?!" I was appalled.

"Would you just cancel the order! I am a sophisticated modern art painting. I can't be seen with someone who orders Russian salad in a European restaurant." his colours were changing fast.

"You know what, enjoy your Sangiovese all by yourself, you pig!" saying this I threw the glass of wine at him and walked out.


Damn these snooty, rich modern art paintings!

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