“Unraveling Secrets: What Happens When One Woman’s Routine is Shattered by a Mysterious Letter?”
Have you ever thought about how complicated love can be, especially when family ties are involved? Imagine sitting across from your parent, both of you smitten by the same charming individual. What was supposed to be a heartwarming story of family bonding turns into a tangled web of feelings and confusion. In an uncanny twist of fate, today’s story prompts us to explore such an extraordinary scenario: a father and a daughter navigate their feelings for the same woman—a captivating production designer named Audrey. The backdrop? A picturesque spring break in Paris. As we delve into a tale laced with romance, betrayal, and self-discovery, we consider the question: Can love truly know any boundaries? Join me as we unpack this compelling narrative that effortlessly dances between the lines of affection and rivalry. To get all the juicy details, click here to LEARN MORE.
This is the 15th year in a row I’ve run this series in April.
Today’s story idea: “That Time My Father and I Fell for the Same Woman.”
It would have been an average father-daughter spring break in Paris if not for that courtyard party we attended 13 years ago. The first time I saw Audrey there, I thought she was sexy. Turns out, my father did too. That night, somewhere amid the clinking silverware and Charles Aznavour playlists, our futures were being quietly rewritten.
Audrey, in her mid-30s, was the epitome of grace and artistic flair, an award-winning production designer for the opera, and the definition of French-Vietnamese beauty. Her hair was held up by two red chopsticks, and the rest of her was fitted in an orange satin dress. This was her normal attire.
Then there was me, mid-20s, jeggings, who thought day-drinking at the Louvre was peak culture. Yet somehow, over clams au beurre and enough chardonnay to drown a fish, we hit it off.
Under the stars, we shared her pack of Benson & Hedges — along with an actual dinner plate, to make more elbow room at the table. She is always the woman everyone in the room is looking at, I thought, including me.
A year later, outside of a Starbucks on Queens Boulevard in New York City, when my father told me he was having an affair with a woman he met in Paris, my first thought was, “Oh, I know just the one.”
Audrey had been promoted from the chic French friend to the other woman. My second thought was more of a realization: My father said he was “in love,” and for the first time in my know-it-all life, I realized I had no idea what that meant.
There are so many ways we could take this central conceit: two people fall in love with the same person. Like the NYT article, it could be a parent and adult child who each are smitten with the same person. Father-Son. Mother-Daughter. Or there could be a bisexual dynamic: Father-Daughter or Mother-Son fall for the same woman or man.
Or best friends. Or siblings. Or a married or engaged couple.
Perhaps one member of the duo discovers a hidden side to their sexuality (e.g., a straight guy or gal → homosexuality; queer guy or gal → bisexuality or…
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