The Promise of Spring

       Spring is on its way in Paris. The days are longer and the the snow that dropped from the sky has turned into rain. I have less than two months left as a nanny and I couldn't be happier. I, however, am currently working two jobs, have a trial period at a third job with a visa, and am at the tail end of my Masters and, needless to say so, am rather sleepless. Oh bloody hell, somebody help me now!

        With this said, you can all imagine that I don't have much time to date, much less glance, at a member of the male species. I've been salsa'ing every now and then with E, but he once again hurt his knee, probably fractured it, skiing again a few weeks ago.

         ¨ No more sport for you!¨ I teased him at dinner the other night. He was asking about how my trial period was going.

          ¨Well,¨ I replied, and smiled.

          I genuinely like the work I would be doing, and I love the girls I'd be working with. It's a female dominated office, though most of the language teachers at this particular language school are male.

           One of these individuals I happened to meet on Tuesday. I was helping out the Admin staff when he waltzed into the doorway and started chatting with S, who like me, was entering data and organizing files. In slacks, a button down, a cleany placed tie. Blue eyes, luminous smile.

           ¨Hi, are you new?¨ he held out his hand to shake mine. ¨I'm F.¨

           ¨Lindsay. Training to possibly take over B's spot in planning.¨

           ¨Welcome,¨ he added. ¨ This is a good place to work. I think you'll like it.¨

           Oh, I think I'll like it all right if you work here!

           I then started chatting with S about F.

          ¨Is he French? His English is so good!¨ I asked.

          ¨No, he's like, half American half French. His dad is French or something like that. He has that American boy charm.¨

           We proceeded to talk about how we both have a mutual distaste for American men. They by and large seem to lack refinement, for a better lack of precision. Forgive me for stereotyping. It is also just quite possible I haven't met the right American yet. Who the hell knows?

            This one though, ladies and gents, was a hybrid. A rare, rare, rare occurence indeed. I got excited. I got more excited thinking about his pretty pair of eyes.  Later that night, armed with my entire roster of teaching staff, I went about stalking said fellow. Grew up in Socal. Soccer player. Semi-pro. 6'1 and 175. DF. Teaches English and plays for a team in Ile-de-France...

               Oh please do not turn out to be some cocky jackass full of yourself athlete.

               It's my third day here at trial period, and he is no where he to be seen. I don't know when I'll run into him again. But I sure hope that I do...

                We shall see what spring will bring.