I'm just a 21 year-old Foreign Exchange student from the U.S. I chose France for its cuisine, and for the fact that every night around sunset all of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen came out in their sleek thousand-dollar dresses.
There is a little café near the Louvre I like to go to; they always get my expresso just right. I sit down outside with my drink, watching the pigeons walk on the ground in flocks and men standing with miniature Eiffel Towers hanging from their arms.
Usually around sunset is when the beautiful women in dresses come out. But then, I see her. Long red dress, flowing black hair, a stride that could kill. Then it hits me. That's Gal Gadot! She is even more beautiful in person. The movies don't do her justice.
Although, something is off. She is walking straight toward me. Then I get a closer look at her face. She seems happy-joyous, even; her long legs splitting the bottom of her designer dress. She walks right past me and into the cafe.
But before she completely passes me, she looks right at me and smiles. Then she walks past and into the cafe. Did that just happen, or is my mind just playing games with me? I sit there thinking about what just happened.
Maybe I'm making this out to be more than it is. A few minutes later I hear the clicking of heels behind me. I know it's her. Then I see a motion of red swing past me and sit down at the next table to my right.
I can see her out of the corner of my eye. She is sitting facing me. Then I think, You have a world famous model sitting right next to you, and you ain't going to talk to her? What's the worst that could happen, she walks off? I turn to face her and her beauty almost makes me go into a trance.
I open my mouth and say, "you are even more beautiful than I ever imagined."
She smiles and looks back at her coffee and says, "You're not too bad looking, yourself."
Those words make my heart race. One of her long legs crosses over the other one. She looks back up at me with a smile on her face. "What's the special occasion?"
"Oh nothing; just was about to go on a date, but the guy blew me off."
"Then, why are you happy? And, might I add, what guy would blow you off? You are by far one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."
I see her blush slightly, "Oh, my mother set me up with a guy I really didn't like. And, thanks."
She brushes her hair out of her face and I say, "I would ask you out for coffee but..."
"Thank you very much. You can still ask me, I'll just move over to your table."
"Would you?"
"I would love that."
She gets up and slowly moves over to my table. She then pulls out a chair and sits down next to me. She is wearing a lovely perfume.
"So, what brings you to this lovely city?"
"I'm here on vacation, unwinding if you will."
"That's nice."
"Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking? I can hear a slight Southern United States drawl in your tongue."
"I'm from a small town in Georgia, just south of Atlanta."
"Thought so, you're very sweet. Would you like to go to lunch with me, if you've got time?"
"Ms. Gadot, it would be my genuine pleasure to go to lunch with you. Only one problem."
"Yes, what is that?"
"I'm not dressed appropriately."
"How about this: you go home, change, clean up, and I'll pick you up at 1:30. Here, write down where you live."
She takes one last sip of her coffee and walks off, her hips swaying in her dress. My heart seems like it wants to jump out of my chest. Did I just get asked out on a date by Gal Gadot, or is my brain playing games with me?
I race home. I've got at least 45 minutes to prepare. I grab some black pants I got, a white button-up shirt, and a black over-shirt. I freshen up. I still have 15 minutes left. Every minute seems to feel like an hour.
They slowly tick down. Every minute that goes by, my heart rate slowly goes up. Then the time arrives and I hear a ring on my apartment door. I clear my throat and open the door. There she is.
The only word I can muster is, "Whoa." I know I've seen the dress before, but she looks as stunning as ever.
"You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
I take her arm and I lead her into the elevator. I look over and she has that smile on her face. She looks at me and we lock eyes. I look deep into hers and she into mine. Her long hair is alluringly rolling down her back.
The elevator finally reaches the bottom and we step out. I see a red Porsche waiting for us. We go through the doors and she walks toward the driver side. I open the door for her then close it after helping her inside. I walk over to my side and step in. She is already buckled up and waiting by the time I sit down.
She has one hand on the steering wheel and one on the shifter. She looks over at me with a grin. She has that look in her eyes. I think back, not an hour ago I was minding my own business, and the next I'm going on a date with a supermodel!
I get buckled up and she steps on the gas. This knocks the wind out of me. I look over at her. She is having the time of her life! We make it to the restaurants and I'm just happy to be alive. This ain't just any restaurante, it is Le Jules Verne - one of the most expensive restaurants in Paris. And, it is in the Eiffel tower.
I step out of the car and my legs feel like jelly, but I run over and help her from the driver's seat. She grabs my hand and steps out. I hook my arm around hers again, and we walk over to the Eiffel Tower.
Apparently we have a reservation, which is nice. A short elevator ride to the dining floor. Holy crap, I think, Gal Gadot looked fancy, but this place! I can feel my wallet bleeding just breathing in here. The meal's fine, but I'm focused on her.
The meal is finished and we leave, heading back for the door.
Before we get out of the elevator to head toward the car, Gal turns and asks me, "Would you like to come back to my place?"