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21 Steps To Happiness
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2018
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I smiled at him. We climbed aboard and for a second there, I was probably the funniest public relations recruit he ever met. As we made the short distance from the hotel to the restaurant on his scooter, I realized I’d found the perfect way to…
1 Keep very close to Nicolas.
2 Get another good look at Paris.
3 Get a mad hairdo.
4 Filter the gas fumes, hence protecting the environment.
5 Get unwanted attention from maître d’s.
“Do you need any help?” Nicolas asks once we are seated and have our menus.
His voice is so gentle and sweet. He is always an inch away from a smile or a laugh because angels have a keen and happy nature.
“Sorry, we do have a menu in English,” the maître d’says, trying to snatch the French version out of my hands.
But I say, “Non” (Learn French in 10 Days—Day 1). “French is fine. What vegetarian options would you recommend?”
The maître d’ smiles politely. “We only have one vegetarian option.”
“Good,” I say. “I’ll have that one, then. It looks delicious.”
“Would you mind if I order meat?” Nicolas asks.
“You can order whatever you like.” I laugh idiotically.
He orders something in French, then asks me, “Some wine?”
“Sure!”
He selects the wine and then we have a long embarrassing silence.
“Do you smoke?” he asks.
“No.”
Is that good? Is that bad? Would you like me better if I did?
“Me, neither,” he says.
Oh, it’s good, then.
We have another embarrassing silence.
“I…”
I can’t believe I’m sitting here with a guy like you!
“I…”
Say something clever, Lynn! “I—”
“I’m a great admirer of your mother’s work,” he cuts in.
Shit!
“The paper collection,” he says enigmatically and nods.
Double shit!
Just when I thought my brain was at its emptiest, the simple mention of Jodie’s name bleaches it white.
“She’s a genius, isn’t she?” He digs deeper.
I enter vegetative state.
Say SOMETHING, Lynn!
“Château Haut-Brion, 1997.” Too late, the maître d’ is back with a bottle of wine. Nicolas tries a drop and says it’s perfect. C’est parfait.
“Do you like French wine?” he asks.
“I don’t…Yeah, sure, I love French wine.” I love anything you love, silly!
“Good.”
We have another long embarrassing silence.
If I don’t speak soon he’ll bring up Jodie again.
“I’m very tired, sorry,” I apologize for my lack of conversation, my lack of personality, my lack of…everything.
“Of course, it’s not a problem.”
I try the wine. It tastes weird, like a mixture of dirt, mushroom and mold.
“Perfect,” I say again.
“It has aged nicely, hasn’t it?”
“Mmm…yes, yes,” I approve.
Then he sniffs the wine, takes a sip and makes all kinds of weird noises before swallowing it.
A gurgling angel. How disturbing.
“Une belle robe, quoiqu’un peu riche en tannin.”
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