It is this time of the year again: Christmas parties are in full swing. Today, I met fellow bloggers of BritMums and it was nice to put faces on all the names. On top of this, I had my fist sip of champagne at 11 am. That’s the beauty of Christmas parties: you can start having fun earlier than usual.
But not all Christmas parties are good. I have had a few Corporate Christmas parties (with and without hubby). After some drinks, I can guarantee that some well-meaning colleague will ask the dreaded question (we have had it at every single party so far. In most cases it was directed to my husband, but I wasn’t too far).
“ Is it true that all Frenchmen have mistresses? (Usually, a “Wink Wink” follows, with a heavy laugh. Lovely)
Here we go again. So, what are we supposed to answer? We might be French but we have a pretty normal life. Between the business and our daughters we simply have no time to fool around. Not that we would want to. I sometimes wish I could hit back with some comments like.:“Oh yes, actually my husband’s mistress is driving me back home tonight, we are very relaxed about the whole affair thing, it has been going on for so long…” But most of the time I am too polite to say something like that or not sarcastic enough. Don’t get me wrong, I totally understand that the DSK affair hasn’t helped, and that “we French” have such a reputation, but having the same question almost at every party is becoming a bit of a bore. Maybe we should pretend we are from Quebec? Worth a thought.
Despite all this, during the parties, I am trying to be nice, polite and not to hit back. But my problem is that, after even a small cup of champagne, for some reason I usually become a lot more direct. Once, a colleague of mine, who was slightly inebriated, came to talk to me and explained to me, standing a bit too close, that he once had a French girlfriend. She looked exactly like me. Even her personality was similar, according to him. I deeply regret what I did there and then. I told him:” She can’t have been like me because I would never have gone out with a guy like you. Not possible”. He hasn’t talked to me ever since. He resents me because I ruined his Christmas party. Apparently I am a killjoy. What was I supposed to do?
So, honestly, how do you survive the Christmas season?
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London