Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Missed Connection

We both boarded the number 9 metro at Hauvre-Caumartin heading in the direction of Mairie de Montreuil. I was coming from checking out the sales at Galeries Lafayette and Printemps. You were obviously doing the same from the bags you were carrying. Even though you resembled cro magnon man with your full beard, overgrown dirty blonde curly hair and unkempt look and you epitomized a Parisian bobo I was smitten. You stood against the opposite door of the train because it was crowded and I followed because there was no place else for me to stand, I swear. After two stops our metro car emptied a little and I proceeded to take a seat across from you in the hopes of catching a few discreet glances over the cover of my book. My plot was foiled when you sat in the chair adjacent to mine. I tried to spy the title of the book you were reading but it was impossible to do so without being noticed. Instead I opted to review the subway map above the door intently hoping to catch just a glance of your visage but today time was not on my side. As we passed each successive stop in the 11th arrondissement I knew that you would be leaving me soon to rejoin your bobo tribe. Republic, Oberkampf, St. Ambroise, Voltaire...time's was up. You stood up and made your way through the crowd of people to the door. I tried to sneak once last glance before you were gone forever and in my attempt I notice you look back over your shoulder to see if I was indeed looking at you and I was...

And poof you were gone, opportunity missed!

8 comments:

IslandGirl4Ever2 said...

HOLY SMOKES, BATMAN!! What chemistry!!

Too bad you didn't go for it!!!!

Next time!!!!!!

Roam2Rome said...

Awww. To *have* looked at that book, he then says something, a nice conversation follows... tada!

Darn!

Lesson: next time go for it!

Destination Metz said...

awwwww.

L'Étrangère Americaine said...

It's not so bad, with my luck he probably would have been married or something anyway.

Mills Pierre said...

Ok! as a man I must say ...you will always have the upper hand in these situations just by the sheer nature of the power of the P. yes, you know what i am talking about ladies.

l'etrangere...next time, get off the train and give your digits. confidently. lol.

In the end though, fantasies tend to be much better than reality! xxx

The Franco Fille said...

Vive les bobos. LOL. I had a totally missed connection with a perfectly dreamy frenchman when I fist visited Paris. He helped my friend and I navigate the CDG airport and get to the right metro stop. Also blond, tanned and bobo beautiful. *sigh*

Anonymous said...

Chère l'étrangère ... c'était moi et vous me manquez aussi.
La prochaine fois ... n'hésitez pas.
En attendant ...

deborah said...

awww, that's too bad. i know what that feels like. yes, next time you must go for it!

btw, your blog is great.

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