OK, no, I don’t speak French. But there you were, as I was going into the store with my child. I noticed you coming out of another store and felt the butterflies in my stomach. I thought you and your friend were going to keep going, but no, you decided to go into the same store, so I held the door open for you, at which point you said, “Merci.” I acted so nonchalant and just kept talking to my daughter but on the inside? Wow, a completely different story was going on. I wish I had turned around and smiled at you. I felt like you were flirting with me. Were you? -Whatisitaboutafrenchman
This article appears in Apr 3-9, 2014.