Drinks with the Frenchy

I have a thing tomorrow. I am not sure what you would call it. Actually, I am pretty sure you would call it a date; I am just not prone to calling things that. I was able bask in the glory of a function for the Chicago Council on Foreign Relations last week. With that, and a crazy gala at work last week, I had the opportunity to meet many important people in the political world. Many of them were ambassadors, consuls, were on former Presidential staffs, lawyers, writers…and the list goes on and on. During this function I had to opportunity to be paired up with a person who works for the French government. (it wasn’t so much an opportunity as much as my boss pimped me out to this lovely young man in hopes of marrying me off) A lovely chap with dark brown hair and hazel green eyes…I found his face almost beautiful at first glance. (and as I do not find even myself almost beautiful at first glace, that was a bit unsettling) As we kept chatting I found that he was not only incredibly intelligent and hilariously funny, but he was down-to-earth and quite sincere.

He is half American and has duel-citizenship. He laughs at my jokes and thought I was quite pretty…more importantly he asked me out, and who am I to say “no” to a diplomat? I have my standards and although they are high, I assure you that anyone of diplomat status already rises quite far beyond them. This already definitely beats the guy who was, by day a CPA and by night a closet cocaine aficionado.

Anyway…where are we going, you ask? Well, let me tell you…Drinks at the Four Seasons. Not a bad start, right? I said over the phone, “great, that is a close distance from work” to which he replied, “no need to worry about distance, I will have my driver pick you up”. Well…and I think you will agree with me…anyone who has the ability to say “my driver” is ok in my book. You might call me shallow, but then again, so would I.

I don’t think much will come of this, as it seems that much never comes of anything like this…but it is fun and a great experience and I would be doing myself a disservice if I passed it up. I will let everyone know how it goes…hopefully very well and hopefully I figure out what I will wear!


Italian phrase of the post:

You may drop me off here, driver!
“lei può farme cadere via da qui, l'autista”

I love Cosmos
“Ti amo Cosmos”