No, I haven’t been trawling the streets of Paris for men; I just think I may have stumbled upon a new singles’ scene. If the following has happened to anyone else, please write in. I’m curious to see whether it’s a growing phenomenon.
On Wednesday I was changing trains at Nation and was riding up the escalator. I was thinking at the time, and I bite my lower lip when I think. As I was riding the escalator, I happened to make eye contact with a man who was descending on the escalator next to me, who mimicked me by biting his lower lip.
Having been doing this unconsciously, I released my lip.
He then grinned and waved.
I couldn’t help but smile, and continued on my merry way.
He called out “attends!” behind me.
I would normally consider this to be an isolated incident, but on Friday I happened to meet someone else due to our escalators crossing.
This time I was riding down the escalator from Quatre Temps (the shopping centre at La Défense) to the metro Grande Arche – La Défense. I stepped off the escalator and started walking through the small market stalls to the next one, when a man caught my eye.
“Vous êtes très belle,” he said.
I smiled, and continued walking.
He began speaking to me in French, to which I replied with my usual “I’m not French.”
“Oh, you’re not French!” he exclaimed in perfect English.
“No,” I smiled.
“I was just saying that I saw you on the escalator,” he told me. “I was going up as you were going down, and you were so beautiful that I had to come down again and talk to you.”
My smile widened to a grin. “Thank you, that’s very flattering.”
“Would you like to get a coffee and talk?” he asked, grinning and fidgeting – seeming barely able to contain his excitement.
I hesitated, but couldn’t think of a reason why not, so agreed.
Et pourquoi pas?