The day I almost found a job and a bf…

Heavy sunny day in Paris, even hotter than in St-Tropez, where I spent a long week-end. That kind of day when I feel I am only water, relieved both from my body and my brain. From St Tropez, there is nothing to write home about, maybe because home was there near the swimming pool with my family, and when I felt harassed by social events  and thought I would  soon get back to my real life, I still did not really know if my real life was in Paris… The good thing is that I got so tanned, that I look dirty. But no sociological report this year 1) because everyone (outside of my warm family and my brother’s friends) acted the way they were expected to, and I coped gracefully (or tried to) with evelasting empty conversation about quantity 2) because I did nor reached the local laboratories, meaning the clubs. I fell from my high heels on the floor along the harbor a busy 15th of august night ; the sight of the overdressed vulgar crowd provoked the strongest panic attac and my brother was kind enough to drive me home, where I stayed alone. The good news is that swimming naked under the stars at midnight with loud Bach for half an hour is way more efficient than any pill. And really mystical. Finally, I am a woman of modest taste…

Back to Paris and to work I had quite a busy day today, with an interview for a real and interesting job this morning and a old fashionned date tonight. A perfect day to settle, isn’t it? Well in both cases I played it low key…The interview was very interesting and I would really be good at the job, so we’ll se… And because I am not a woman without contradictions, I really enjoyed the anglo-saxon date, maybe because the joys of following rules are not without charms (I prooved exactly the contrary while I was in New York, see the post here)?  Maybe because I met someone real?  Who knows? In any case, I liked being taken seriously even if it means both risking not seing the interesting guy again and too much reflexion for good sex. And there is something so innocent in talking about yours aspirations, asking about the other’s expectations, and holding hands, and saying goodbye we’ll think of date 2… and that’s it. Or maybe I am too cool for school, or too hurt for dirt. Anyways, before really getting serious about any kind of future I have to finish giving birth . I’ll start writing part III tomorrow. In the meantime, both “lite” and heavy choices feel like poisonned figs.

The Dresden Dolls – Coin Operated Boy
par Michel_Pougnou

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  1. fred dit :

    J’aime bien aussi quand tu écris en anglais, c’est différent mais c’est toujours intéressant et personnel, ta personnalité ressort et demeure malgré la langue

    je t’embrasse et te dis à bientôt pour un prochain verre ! A ta santé en attendant !


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