Lunch and the City

Le French and I went to lunch today. I believe that today was one of the last nice days for a long time. Well, nice enough that you can sit outside. So we went to Millennium Park to have lunch at the café. It was truly what one might call a “Chicago Experience”. I caught myself in awe of the beauty of the surrounding city. There I was, sitting in the middle of the park with striking works of architecture surrounding me. They engulf you almost as if they are giving a strong hug…make you feel safe from the ailments… whatever those might be. The park is an architectural wonder in itself and everywhere you turn there are families, lovers and singletons basking in the “art in the park” feel.

So we dined amidst tourists and business men alike. Both dressed for work but our attitudes were less then professional. Believe it or not, he had a hotdog which I found charming and I had quiche…yes…I am that girl who orders quiche. But it was good quiche. So we chatted and caught up. Me with my city nonsense and him with his, well, French nonsense. Guess who won the interesting contest.

So while the city buzzed around us I found that the little bee got caught in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I really wanted to like this guy but I just cannot. Why? He is single, successful, intelligent and most importantly he likes me and isn’t afraid to tell me. But of course (said in a kicky French accent) I cannot get behind the Le French wheel. Everyone keeps telling me that I should have fun and play it out until it becomes to much, but really, when does it become too much? Once you realize that this person isn’t for you, is there ever really hope that you will suddenly think that they are?

I do not have an answer to all of this and it is beyond me why I cannot like this man who thinks that I am great. I guess for now I will keep this Sex and the City moment for what it is and enjoy the early stages and pseudo French Mr. Big to my not as snappily dressed Carrie Bradshaw and hope that I fall head over Manolo Blahnik heels for this man very soon.


I don't have a good Italian Phrase so I will post one tomorrow.