It's a funny thing about celebrities, everyone wants to be them, have their fame, or just shag them. We would probably never get to shagging them however; it doesn't stop us from fantasising about them. Many celebrities come and go through our minds and the grasp of our affection, and in some cases obsession.
I remember the day I encountered Olivia Jane Cockburn, better known as Olivia Wilde. People know her from films such as Tron Legacy and Cowboys and Aliens. There is also the matter of her tenure at the show House. Her rather impressive resume also includes humanitarian work around the world. She remains the object of affection for many men worldwide.
Her beauty most certainly transcends and most likely led to her early marriage at the tender age of nineteen. However, most of the information we hear about these celebrities often comes under debate from sceptics, paparazzi and various other factions within the entertainment business.
It was a sunny day; I was sat at a Parisian café indulging in the French traditional breakfast. However, my wandering mind was then snapped to attention. In walked a rather gorgeous woman. She was clad in shades and long red dress which indulged in cleavage and was cut provocatively leaving her back bare and the sides of her breasts tantalisingly exposed.
She ordered a coffee and sat down, she then removed her shades. I was encapsulated by her beauty, and within a split second my mind had clicked on who she was, Olivia Wilde. I had been somehow inspired to try something a little daring. I drank the last bit of my coffee and headed to the counter to get another one.
I walked slowly and lingered a little near the table she was sitting at, I got myself together and spoke.
"Beautiful day isn't it?"
She looked up and then turned to me.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Panic started to creep into my head, but I had quickly subdued it and replied "It's a beautiful day isn't it."
She looked a little perplexed at my sudden conversation but probably knew the reason as to why I was speaking to her.
She said to me "Yes it certainly is, Paris seems to have that effect; on the locals as well."
"I would presume it does, as it's why I'm here."
"I normally don't have men come up and talk to me like this, even after I got divorced. I need not tell you my name as you probably know it."
"Yes, I most certainly know your name and who you are."
"Well you know my name so I'll ask for yours."
"My name is Bill."
"Well Bill, have a seat."
"Thank you Ms Wilde."
"No need to be so formal, call me Olivia."
"Ok Olivia, what brings you to Paris?"
"A little vacation."
We continued to chat and enjoy our coffee. The world seemed to fade away the whole time as my mind was still barely getting to grips over current events. I remained a little amazing and it showed in my eyes. This is something she certainly picked up on.
"Listen Bill, meet me later at this address," Olivia said as she handed me a piece of paper.
It turned out to be an exclusive hotel in Paris. We parted ways, still a little dazed and in disbelief. A part me thought it was a mere dream but the other half was pinching myself just to make sure what was happening was real.
I left the coffee shop and decided to clean up. After that I headed out to the location written on the piece of paper Olivia had given me. It was soon dusk and the sun began its descent. I headed to the hotel. I arrived and simply gazed at the grandeur of the exterior. I walked inside and it revealed more opulence. A large chandelier dominated the lobby and pristine surfaces were everywhere. I thumbed the elevator button and the doors soon parted to reveal gold and mirrors. I walked inside and turned around.
The doors closed and the elevator began its ascent to the top floor. I felt a bit of nerves, not knowing what would happen once the elevator doors opened. However the Paris air continued to alter my mind and I found myself breathing in and out and preparing myself for what lay ahead.
The distinctive sound emanated as the elevator halted at the top floor. The doors parted and I stepped outside. I spotted a bodyguard and stepped toward him. I explained the circumstances of my presence and handed him the piece of paper I received earlier that day. He knocked on the door and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him; I waited facing away from the door. Soon the door opened and the bodyguard stepped out and held the door open.
"Go on in," the bodyguard said.
"Thank you," I replied as I walked inside the room.
The room had what one would expect, piano, lush couches, large TV, great views of Paris through the windows. The door to the bathroom was closed and the shower was running. I looked out through the window; the room looked out onto the river Seine and the late evening traffic. I then heard the flow of water cease and soon Olivia stepped out wearing a white silk robe, while she dried her hair with a towel in her hands. She then tossed it on to the couch.
"Bill, I'm glad you could came."
"It's a pleasure to be here, with you."
"Listen you are a good man, I didn't need long to discover that fact."
"Thank you Olivia, I try my best."
"Well it's more than good enough, it's why I would like you stay and spend the night here with me."
"It would be my pleasure."
