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I love food. Always have. Always will. I have a sweet tooth, I can’t do anything about it, that’s just the way it is.  I used to love all the French pastries until I ordered an ‘eclair au chocolat’ that was, in fact, full of whipped cream. Yak! That’s simply not how it is supposed to be. Chocolate eclairs need to have some chocolate inside. French pastry is not exactly the same in London. As a result, I had to find other delicacies and my personal favourites right now are Lebanese treats. I could kill for baklavas, knafehs and milk cakes.
Lebanese Treats: Yummy!

Imagine my surprise then, when, walking down High Street Kensington, I saw a shop window full of Lebanese sweets. And the smell…it was the smell of fresh Graybehs (flour cookies). I slowed down, mesmerised, turning my head towards the lovely shop, enjoying the smell of fresh biscuits and the view of such gorgeous cakes. Simply put, it was heaven. Just the sight of the treats was making me happy and I was toying with the idea of buying some for me.
I simply didn’t notice that a man was walking towards me, in the other direction. He slowed down when I started slowing down to admire the baklavas. I felt that something was wrong when he started starring at me a bit too intensively. That’s when it dawned on me: he thought that I was eyeing him, not the cakes. I couldn’t believe it. The sad truth is that I hadn’t noticed him at all. I was all focused on the sweets. I couldn’t even tell you what he looked like.
I didn’t know how to clarify the quid pro quo so I just told the truth. ‘Sorry, I was just looking at be sweets’. He walked faster, looking a bit disappointed, and I was rid of him. The whole thing only lasted about ten seconds but felt a lot longer, and I was very embarrassed.
Every cloud has a silver lining, and I forgot about wanting to buy the sweets, which I suppose is an added bonus. That said, it is very unlike me not to see a guy walking towards me and I am really wondering whether I need to get my eyes checked, or, worse, whether I need some hormonal supplements. What would you do? Has it ever happened to you?

Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London