| It Happened to Me (Issue #7) |
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First of all let me just say that this just didn't happen to me, but to my sister as well. Almost one year ago today and we are still talking about the cute Frenchman with the gorgeous green eyes and gentle manner, but not in the way we thought we'd be doing. I don't think we'll ever forget what happened that night last June. It all started in the metro.
We were on our way to dinner on Les Champs Elysées. My sister is younger and wanted to par-tay. We were in the metro chatting away about her life back in the States and my life here in France. I've been living here for three years now and I consider myself to be pretty city-slick. Or at least I used to.
There was a really cute Frenchman on the metro sitting in front of us. You know how there are often four seats, two on each side and you're sitting so close together that your knees touch? It was that kind of situation. Their knees were touching. He apologized for bumping knees with my sister and that lead to a conversation. Where are you from? What are you doing here? The usual.
I left them engrossed in their flirtatious conversation and drifted off into my own little world. At one point I noticed Lisa opening her bag and pasing her business card to the Frenchman. I smiled and kept looking out the window, trying not to invade their delicate privacy.
It was finally our stop and we got off the train. So did cutie. We walked together for awhile before separating at which point he did the bise (kisses on both cheeks) with both of us and we marvelled at what a nice guy he was and how promising the night looked. When we got to the restaurant I reached in my bag to put my cell phone on the table (I'm a doctor). My sister decided to send a text message to one of her friends back in the States to tell her about the handsome French guy.
As it turns out, I couldn't find my phone. She couldn't either. That led to further searches. Not only were our cells missing, but so were our wallets. Both of them. We are absolutely sure we had them before we got on the metro having double checked our bags before leaving my apartment. How he pulled that off? We'll never know. One year later I'm still looking out for him in the metro and crossing my fingers that I'll see him one day.
Submitted by M.P.
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First of all let me just say that this just didn't happen to me, but to my sister as well. Almost one year ago today and we are still talking about the cute Frenchman with the gorgeous green eyes and gentle manner, but not in the way we thought we'd be doing. I don't think we'll ever forget what happened that night last June. It all started in the metro.









