The Encounter – La Vie En Rose

Wow! It has been a while since I last wrote something on The Miss Paris Diaries! Yes, I blame pure laziness for this.

If you’re wondering, why suddenly do I feel like writing again, well, I’ve had a very interesting time in my life recently. In fact, all and all, it only happened in less than 2 months. I met someone… and this is our story.

The beautiful sight of Eiffel Tower from a distance (Source: Internet)
The beautiful sight of Eiffel Tower from a distance
(Source: Internet)

 

I thought, I wouldn’t attend the Italian National Day celebration this year because a certain someone who was supposed to take me as his plus one told me that he was flying back to Rome for a month and would only arrive after the event. Of course, I was a little frustrated but my Fairy Godmother, Madam Camelia N. Tudose, the Deputy Head of Mission of Romania told me that I could go with her.

Friendship beyond geographical borders. (L-R) Tatiana Gounar (Russia), Dr. Cinzia Giordanelli Kohlreiser (Italy), Madam Camelia N. Tudose (Romania) and yours truly (Malaysia).
Friendship beyond geographical borders. (L-R) Tatiana Gounar (Russia), Dr. Cinzia Giordanelli Kohlreiser (Italy), Madam Camelia N. Tudose (Romania) and yours truly (Malaysia).

 

Upon arrival (albeit a little late because I was stuck in the very famous KL traffic), I walked into the ballroom and there he was, my Mr. Mambo Italiano (yes, I shall give everyone a nickname) was there in his uniform. I whispered to Camelia and her response was simple, “What a jerk!”

Now, before anyone thinks that I was dating Mambo Italiano, I wasn’t. We were friends, or at least that was what I thought we were.  We had fun meeting up once in a while and I always sent him a box of my famous batik cake which he called ‘chocolate bomb’ almost on a weekly basis. So, I didn’t know what happened actually.

Mambo Italiano and I at the Pakistan Day celebration in March. I was working for the High Commission of Pakistan on several projects.
Mambo Italiano and I at the Pakistan Day celebration in March. I was working for the High Commission of Pakistan on several projects.

Truth is, I was pissed off and I told myself, don’t get mad, get even. Or at least, show him, what Miss Paris is capable off. So I started mingling around, even met Mambo Italiano’s boss whom I’ve met during the Russian Armed Forces Day celebration last year. Then, hopping from one person to another bumped me into Joshua Norman, one of the guys from the US Embassy who lost a bet with me two years ago and owed me RM100. Good thing, he remembered the bet and gave me the RM100, haha! I was happy.

After 2 years! Yeayy! He forgot to calculate the interest though, LOL!
After 2 years! Yeayy! He forgot to calculate the interest though, LOL!

That was when he came towards me with a nice, wide smile and he told Joshua, “That’s not how you give money to the girl, mate”. We were somewhat puzzled at that time. I mean, who was that guy in his navy uniform. Then, he asked, “May I?”.

Being the frivolously happy person that I have always been, I just said, “Sure!”

This old dude just took the RM100 from my hand and slipped it between my boobs. Instead of finding it offensive, I just laughed out really loud. Then, he stepped closer, took my hand, kissed it and introduced himself, “Pierre, French DA”.

What startled me was how non-French he sounded! In fact, he had this sexy British accent that might’ve thrown my guard off if I was not careful. “You sound very British, if I may say so,” I replied. I took the business card he gave me. Yup, he’s French. Captain Navy, uh-huh.

Oh, Richard Gere! You made every woman dream of being held like this! (Source: Internet)
Oh, Richard Gere! You made every woman dream of being held like this!
(Source: Internet)

So, that was how we met. I thought he was delightful, so full of life. Not the best-looking man around, a little too skinny for my liking, not tall enough for a girl who loves high heels, perhaps a tad too old, but I was more interested on the rank on his shoulders. And I will tell you why.

Just several feet behind him, was Mambo Italiano talking to a bunch of girls, probably charming their socks off with his thick Italian accent, rugged good-looks and probably the same sweet lines he used on me and some other girls before this, haha!

Yup, in his uniform, I'm sure ladies will find him incredibly charming!
Yup, in his uniform, I’m sure ladies will find him incredibly charming!

So, in my head at that time, (please don’t hate me!) I was already devising a plan how to use this perfectly available Captain Navy at my disposal. But first, I needed to check whether or not, I could charm him into playing this game with me. So, I was on flirtation mode. The Paris smile, the Paris giggle, the Paris proximity without touching and some more tricks I have developed over the years when I’m around the boys.

Gladly, he was reciprocating, sending out his flirtatious signals. When Mircea, my Romanian friend asked me to accompany him for a smoke, I said yes. And yes, you guessed right, the charming Captain followed us too. That was when we took our first photo together, which I thought looked pretty good. I mean, what woman would not look good in photo standing to a man in a navy uniform?

Miss Paris strikes a pose with the French Defense Attaché, Captain (Navy) Pierre Mesnier
Miss Paris strikes a pose with the French Defense Attaché, Captain (Navy) Pierre Mesnier

And surprise, surprise, Mambo Italiano was out there having a cigarette too! Well, Staff Sargeant, I was with a senior officer, LOL!

So, the Captain and I started chatting about other things too. He was so animated, unlike Mambo Italiano’s boss who often struggled to communicate. Kinda reminded me of Captain (Navy) Sergey Zhevnovatieyy, the former Russian DA. It turned out that they were such great friends. Aaaah, then I knew, I’ve met the right people to mingle with. And all the sudden, I didn’t care about Mambo Italiano anymore. I just wanted to enjoy having a decent conversation with this crazy captain, haha! He was incredibly funny, telling the worst of jokes with the best of stoic expressions! He was proud of it too, saying that everybody knew that he was the joker among the diplomatic community.

I honestly don't remember why we posed like this, but this actually happened!
I honestly don’t remember why we posed like this, but this actually happened!

When it was time to go, I bade him goodbye and went back with my Fairy Godmother. Before I left, I actually went to see Mambo Italiano and tapped him on the shoulder. He just dismissed me and said that he was busy. So, although I did not know what transpired between us, but I knew it was not worth it. On our way back, of course, my Fairy Godmother and I were bitching about Mambo Italiano the whole time, how immature he had behaved.

But the truth is, I was looking forward to something else.

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3 thoughts on “The Encounter – La Vie En Rose”

  1. You are a real fairy… Transforming real things in beautiful dreams.
    I love the way you write this, you are so talented please go on….
    Big big hugs

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