A wise man once said that you can put a lipstick on a pig but at the end of the day its still a pig? When I dreamed of my life in Paris I have to admit that included a…I mean several memorable rendezvous’. For good or for bad they haven’t materialized. Instead, I feel that I am always in the midst of French follies.
Or as I like to say in English Tom Foolery.
I recently attended a friend’s birthday party where I was introduced to John Luc, an independent filmmaker and producer. The friend who introduced us mentioned that the guy had spent time in the States. He was definitely attractive…not like most of the French guys I have seen. For one, he had long dreads, caramel skin and more importantly great conversation.
He is working on a documentary about Obama and ex pats-US citizens living abroad and why they support Obama. I was entranced. He told me that he lived in the states from the ages 8 to 17 with his father who is a jazz musician. I have to admit, by the end of the night I was smitten. He asked for my phone number and I, of course, gave it to him.
But before I could start fantasizing about our first date, my bubble was burst.
On way home, a good guy friend asked me if I was feeling John Luc. Before I could answer, my other friend piped in saying “Isn’t he married?” Then she went on to say, in fact, she knew he was married because she had talked to him about his wife. Okay, part of me was saying, “Hater Hater Hater!” when I heard her revelation. Couldn’t say it out loud as I don’t know the word for it in French.
But instead I was left to sit quietly, wondering how I could be an ocean away from my country and still be dealing with the same Tom Foolery I found dating in the states? And more importantly why once again was another perfect evening hi-jacked by a married man….seriously.
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