My Petite Love Story

With Valentine’s Day coming up
 I tend to get all sentimental
 and can’t help thinking back to that marvelous evening
when I met my honey.

So many of you have generously shared your fabulous romantic stories,
I thought I'd better take my turn.
  
Now I don’t want to bore you with all the details,

I pretty much shared it on my profile page,
 so here is my ‘short version’. 

Once upon a time…in a city named Paris,  
we met on the Avenue des  Champs Elysées .  
 It was a cool evening in May and the  Arc de Triomphe  glistened in the background.

 I love Paris in the Springtime!   

 

He insists he saw me walking along from quite far off.   

 

I had just clicked off the cell phone
and suddenly there he was about 10 feet in front of me.  
 A handsome man in a grey suit, briefcase and coat slung elegantly over his arm. 

We both remember the exact spot
we passed one another for the first time.

It was just under a tree right between
 Café Deauville and Ladurée – a sweet spot indeed!!   

The red heart under the tree marks the spot where we met
(please pardon my sappiness)

He had to move aside to let me pass because there were so many people out and about.   

As I shyly looked up to smile my thanks,
 he literally stopped in his tracks and

 just stared (a bit open-mouthed) as I passed. 

I somehow managed to keep my composure as I passed by,
this was quite unexpected. 

I was… surprise! …flattered! 

 

You see, in Paris and many places in Europe this actually happens quite frequently, you ignore it.  
I'm rather uh, shall we say unfriendly, 

I have the “yes I’m ignoring you” thing down to perfection.

  But this was something entirely different.
The look on his face was priceless!    
 
I scurried past but from the corner of my eye I could see

he was still just standing there in the middle of
bustling sidewalk looking seriously smitten!.   

I immediately ducked into the outdoor café,
 dashed over to a quiet table in the back corner
and sank into the chair flustered by the whole thing. 

 

Thankfully the waiter came right over 
and as I was ordering a chocolat chaud
in my embarrassing French,
I watched this debonaire man walk in and move in a

determined line directly to the empty table next to me. 

He laid his coat over the back of the chair and sat down .  

A tourist family began asking him a question in English.   

He answered in accented English  –
 yes I was listening and watching!  

He was so kind and patient.

I felt like a schoolgirl – I was dumbfounded and excited!  

I knew he was a gentleman. 

I knew this was something different! 

And I knew he was there to talk to me!

What I did not know at that moment was this was destiny!

He ordered his coffee in perfect French and then

he simply turned to me…

    The rest as they say is history.

And they lived happily ever after…

Put a Little Ooh La La in Your Life!

Mimi Bleu

Credits: Jean Bereaud, George Stein, Guy Buffet