If Paris was a girl part 3

Now that I think of it, I may have overreacted, but at the time, I didn't want my suddenly-promising love life to be compromised by a medieval feud between my new found prince charming and adored but evil boss! But sometimes when you are with a boy you like, you can't help but act stupid:

- Really, well you know he's just my boss...nothing more than that. We dont have to talk about him. I don't ...

- I don't want to put silly ideas in your mind, and anyway I really have to leave now...

- Well me too... I have a meeting with my boss. He doesn't like it when people are late.

- Yeah I know. Was nice meeting you. Here's my card (looking funny)

- Thank you. I don't have a card, but (winking and trying to look smart) you know where to...

- Yeah, ok see you some time!

- Wait! Shall I give Mark a message? (am i stupid or what?!)

- (Looking at me annoyed) No thanks - running away, stopping and coming back: yeah just say hi to Gloriana...

- (all excited) Oh you know Gloriana?! Oh yes you know her, if you worked together...(realizing something not quite sure what it is but...)

- And tell Mark I'm in town. (approaches, embarrassed) shall we go for la bise?

- (blushing) sure.

I approach him, realize how tall and powerful he is compared to small little thing like me. Kiss his left cheek (oh his skin is so so soft), go for the right cheek (oh he looked at me, straight in the eye) kiss it:

- Ok then thanks for the tea and see...

OMG! I can't believe it! He ran off without listening to me to the end. How can he be so disrespectful?! Am I stupid or what?! Oh god! Ok I have to go back. I'll never see him again, that's for sure! I'm such a loser!

Back to the office, I made a happy face, happy smile so my colleagues could see something was going on. My girls, Helene, American expat, and Jeanne, colleague I've known for 6 months, were obviously the first to know about the stunner. They were really excited, mostly about the feud part! You know how girls get excited about this kind of things. So we decided to discover what it was all abaout, as I got on quite well with my boss, and Helene knew him from the NY office, apparently after Gabriel had already left.

A minute before the meeting started, I went to Mark to see if there was anything else I could prepare for him (yes I am a very dedicated assistant. Guess I will be a very dedicated wife and mother too!) and told him about my meeting and his hi to Gloriana and him.

- You know, his name is Gabriel. Didn't give me his surname though.

- Tell me again exactly how you met...

I told him, making sure I forgot no details, but not sure he even knew who I was talking about. At the end of the story, and while we were sitting around the big table, he remained still but I could see the ghost of a smile curling his lips. Didn't know what to think of it, but unfortunately, the meeting had begun! I'm never going to focus straight on the matter.

Gabriel. Gabriel. Who are you? Where are you? Are we ever going to meet again? Of course we will, I have his card.

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WHAT!!! He gave me a pro card. No name on it! OMG I can't believe it once again. That is so rude! WTF! Couldn't help but letting a little puppy sound out! All in the meeting room looked at me. My boss, annoyed, did the big eyes thing, as if he was going to turn into a monster. I had to get some fresh air!

- Need coffee or juice anyone?

- We already have some on the TABLE!, my boss said.

- I have to go to the ladies room...(lower to my boss) I guess Satan has come to visit me for the 5 next days.

Quickly left the room, ruched to the loo, and started crying out of despair... why these things always happen to me? ! *sob*

Yes when girls need fresh air, they go to the toilets. That is just a fact. Don't ask me why.

If paris was a girl part 2

Ok I accepted to have a coffee with Mr Gorgeous, and I could feel a storm forming in my belly... I was so ugly and he was so hot!

Ok I wasn't exactly ugly, but say if he was Brad Pitt, I was just plain, plain face (+ curly hair), with a plain style, but at least I'm French, and so that upgrades the international plainness level. Big Lebowski thing was a bit exaggerated, not far from truth though.

So we went out of the supermarket, acting a bit sheepish and shy because the situation was awkward, but fun, at least to me... We decided to go to a café few steps away from the supermarket, also because we didn't know how to fill in the silence that had settled between us since I accepted the good in faith coffee.

So he asked my name. "Sara", I said, knowing what this name usually provokes in men.

"Gabriel" he replied, with a shy smile on his face!

Gabriel is nice but ... oh no! no please, not Gabriel, I wanted to call my son Gabriel...unless i call him Gabriel Junior, or Gabriel the Second, or Gabriel Gabriel, like John John...I'll think about it later! Because I am realizing that all the women on the street are looking at my gorgeous future husband! Yay! They think we are together and we're a couple and we went to the supermarket together to go back home and prepare a nice little dinner, and have crazy crazy sex! Waw, I can already see they're jealous! Fuck you bitches, I saw him first! Na!

We sit at a table by the window, order a café au lait for him and an earl grey tea for me...Don't want to compromise my breath with coffee.

-"Oh it's nice to sit in a French café ...

- ...with a French girl....

- Yes I was about to say it...but didn't know if...

- So is it something you often do...chat up girls in supermarkets?

- No, it was really spontaneous...I just saw your stuff and thought waw that's a girl!

- You know, i thought you could recognize a girl for some obvious physical specificities, unless you're gay and never paid attention to the female

- hahahah...no I’m not gay really, but I mean, it's so like you to take fat free yoghourt and mars bars at the same time.

- Well maybe it wasn't for me... maybe i bought them for someone else... someone who is not me and who likes mars bars!

- Oh I wonder who could be that someone?!

- (didn't want to make a stupid joke about a virtual boyfriend) It's for me, but you see that's logical! I eat mars bars, and then I have my fat free yoghourt, so I can enjoy the taste of something sweet and not grow fat

- With the yoghourt erasing the taste of your sweet thing...

- Yes, so I don't want to have another mars...see it's a very intelligent strategy!

- Has it worked so far?

- Well as you can see... (Sheepish) the thing is I’ve thought about that strategy this morning, so i'll have to try it tonight...

- Alright, can't wait to see the result... (Barman serves coffee and tea) I suppose you won't take any sugar then...

- (taking a sugar) so Gabriel, what brings you here?

- Just here for a few days for work (heart cracks). I come to Paris every month for few days . (heart explodes)

- Oh..really...waw, you're so lucky to travel for work...I'd love to do that... what is it exactly?

- My company is the world leader of funerals organisation...and we have a new office in Paris, so I have to check it every month.

- ...........(heart re-cracks) Oh waw! It must be very... interesting...

- Yes it is actually. (Matter-of-factly)I used to be a Sales director in an advertising agency in NYC (heart re re cracks), but I thought it was too hard for me, not the job, but the people, too much corruption for such a great job.

- Really (heart sobs and gets depressed)

- Yeah, so I decided to give myself a new chance to get closer to people and find myself again, as I had lost myself with that other job. I'm really happy about the choice I've made. I really enjoy life now, in all its aspects. I feel lucky...

- Ok, well that's very original...really; you're the first "crunch-death" I meet!

- Crunch what?

- Ooh I feel so special now...

- Hahaha, did you say crunch death?! hahahah

- (Red like a tomato) Yes.

- (laughing) I heard it some time ago in my company... you want to say undertaker dear one! (Hardly repressing his roar of laugher)

- Undertaker... Ok I didn't know that...thanks (not laughing at all…I used the exact words for the French phrase)

- How about you? Do you live here?

- Yes I was born and raised here. I live with another girl and work here as well. 100% Parisian!

- And...

- And so I work here as a PA in an advertising agency...and (lowing voice) I like it...

- Oh really, that's a small world isn't it?! And which company is it?

- WCBZQ and Brothers... I'm the PA of Mark Rozenstrauss, deputy director of the company.

- (looking mysterious) Yes, the world is a very small place and Paris is a village... You know what?

- No. Tell me…

- I know your boss, I used to work for WCBZQ & B with Mark...

- Really?! Oh my god! Oh my god you know my boss! (Heart jumps so much I want to vomit...see destiny is my friend....so many things in common between us)

- ...yeah and that's not the best thing that's happened to me"(heart re cracks, vagina wants to pee of disgust, get depressed….)

If Paris was a girl part 1

I am at the supermarket to buy some things for home. Then I go to pay. I put my stuff on the conveyor belt. Before me is a tall man clad in a long black coat. He looks at the articles I take off my bag, and he smiles, more and more, looks a bit amused. Finally giggles.

List of articles:

- A fresh half pizza

- A chocolate and cherry extravaganza

- Cappuccino cookies

- Fat free white cheese

- A pack of mars bars

- Fat free Greek yoghourt

- Diet coke

- A pack of fat free camembert

- A bottle of white wine

- A Formula Body Exfoliator Cream

- A Body Formula Re-Sculpting Body cream

- A pack of sanitary towel lilac brease

He looks at all my products and then laughs outloud, of that i can't believe it laugh you get when people look like when they're taking the piss out of you!

Me: seems like someone's had a hard day... - just then do i realize that the pisstaker is the most gorgeous, the hottest creature in this universe-

Him: no, it's just that...hahaha... this is so charming...

Me:???? Yeah... - realizing, he is tall, blond with blue eyes, perfect face, perfect smile, wonderful voice, hot, really hot, too hot, too hot for me, I’m about to cry-

Him: hahaha ...I’m sorry ...hahaha ... so cute

Me: appalled + blushing if such a thing is possible:... yeah why not... - realizing I look like the big lebowski without the beard-

Him: I mean, this is ...hahah...so feminine...

Me: well thank you, this is reassuring...

Him taking his bottle of wine after paying: I’m so sorry, didn't mean to embarrass you...haha

Me putting my stuff in my bag, not looking at him: ...yeah at least someone's happy here!

Him: listen I’m really sorry...I never...

Me sighing: ...ok... stop apologizing...that's alright, I like to make people happy despite my dignity (forcing myself to smile without looking ridiculous because I’m about to wet my jeans)

Him: listen i just want to make up for it alright... can I offer you a coffee... in good faith of course!

Me: oh because in your mind a coffee implies more than just a coffee?!

Him: a coffee, I’d really love to offer you a nice cup of nice hot coffee, will you?

Me happy: alright....(what a nice way to meet someone)