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Fate is on Ecstasy, apparently
Oct. 14th, 2010 09:18 amOr didn't she get the memo about me having gone off Mr H?
Anyway, the US-reception last night was fine, nothing out ofthe ordinary. Mr H was there, and butted right into a Belles Dames discussion on wearing underwear under your nightwear vs. going commando (Greece: pro underwear, Austria & France: contra underwear). I'm afraid he didn't quite understand why the three of us had a fit of the giggles when he came to greet us.
The guy I was to have dinner with was at the reception, too, and we'd planned on leaving together -- good, because it was raining cats and dogs, and he had a car with driver (Blerim had driven me there but then had to pick up the Ambassador, who went to a different reception).
So we go to that Spanish place -- the one where I had dinner in May with Mr H -- and are just brooding over our menus when in comes... Mr H. I mean, WTF??? I raised my eyebrows and remarked that I hadn't been aware stalking me was one of his hobbies. *snort* He had a rather short dinner with Jaime, the Spanish guy from [...].
And -- cue fanfares -- he saw me having a very nice, animated dinner with a not-so-bad-looking guy. Interested or not (I mean Mr H), I'm very glad I wasn't sitting with some female friend but with a guy. I almost snorted wine through my nose because I had this fleeting mental image of Mr H breaking down right in front of our table and whimpering, "What's he got that I haven't?", to which I imagined myself replying "Manners, dear boy, manners" while patting him on the head. Well, one can't have it all.
Still, I had a great evening. Guy certainly not looking bad (much better anyway than I remembered him), though not likely to turn into the next crush. Which is good, all things considered, because there's a wife somewhere back in the US -- seems to be a complicated and not entirely happy story -- and his 13-y-o daughter is living in Skopje with him. But the conversation was great, and fun, and we had a good time and will certainly do this again.
So baring my teeth at Mr H was really just the bitch bonus ;-)
Anyway, the US-reception last night was fine, nothing out ofthe ordinary. Mr H was there, and butted right into a Belles Dames discussion on wearing underwear under your nightwear vs. going commando (Greece: pro underwear, Austria & France: contra underwear). I'm afraid he didn't quite understand why the three of us had a fit of the giggles when he came to greet us.
The guy I was to have dinner with was at the reception, too, and we'd planned on leaving together -- good, because it was raining cats and dogs, and he had a car with driver (Blerim had driven me there but then had to pick up the Ambassador, who went to a different reception).
So we go to that Spanish place -- the one where I had dinner in May with Mr H -- and are just brooding over our menus when in comes... Mr H. I mean, WTF??? I raised my eyebrows and remarked that I hadn't been aware stalking me was one of his hobbies. *snort* He had a rather short dinner with Jaime, the Spanish guy from [...].
And -- cue fanfares -- he saw me having a very nice, animated dinner with a not-so-bad-looking guy. Interested or not (I mean Mr H), I'm very glad I wasn't sitting with some female friend but with a guy. I almost snorted wine through my nose because I had this fleeting mental image of Mr H breaking down right in front of our table and whimpering, "What's he got that I haven't?", to which I imagined myself replying "Manners, dear boy, manners" while patting him on the head. Well, one can't have it all.
Still, I had a great evening. Guy certainly not looking bad (much better anyway than I remembered him), though not likely to turn into the next crush. Which is good, all things considered, because there's a wife somewhere back in the US -- seems to be a complicated and not entirely happy story -- and his 13-y-o daughter is living in Skopje with him. But the conversation was great, and fun, and we had a good time and will certainly do this again.
So baring my teeth at Mr H was really just the bitch bonus ;-)
