London is great right now. The light is amazing, and we can finally use our summer clothes. What’s not to love? I was walking on High Street Kensington this morning, with my sunglasses firmly stuck on my face. Everything was going well, and the morning was soon going to become even more interesting. I put my hand in the pocket of my denim trousers to try to find an old receipt. The thing is, I always keep all sorts of things in my pockets. Often, I am too lazy to put back my small change in my purse, and instead I leave the odd coin in any pocket instead. I always find long-lost objects in there before doing the laundry. But I digress. This morning, I didn’t find the receipt I was looking for. Instead, a yellow coin flied as soon as I had removed my hand. It fell on the ground and started rolling. It was about to slip on the road and be lost forever, when suddenly a guy managed to stop it. He promptly crouched and skilfully caught it. Very impressive.
I had been saved by a knight in shiny armour. How lovely! This morning, I had a guarding angel. But there was a twist. Come on, there always is a twist, right? The guy was pale-skinned, ginger, and wearing a formal suits with stripes. In short, he was oozing Britishness. I thanked him profusely, and he smiled. He gave me my coin back, but not before carefully looking at it. And then he said:
“- You know that we don’t accept Euros in this country, right?”
Great, my saviour is Eurosceptic. Or he feels compelled to teach me a lesson. Either way, I am slightly peeved. Believe me, I am fully aware of where I can use Euros.
“-Well, I answered, thanks for the update, and the help.”
Why do some British guys have this tendency to talk too much? It was such a perfect meet cute! Had he just smiled and shut up, I would have melted. He hadn’t. Problem solved.
In France or in the UK, I wouldn’t have gone very far with 5 cents anyway. I decided not to mention this point. Because I am not a point scorer, and I have to give credit to the fact that he probably was just trying to be nice. So I kept smiling, and walked away.
The magic of the moment had gone, because politics had come between us. Damn it.
What about you? Have you ever experienced such a failed meet cute?
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London