Last June I wrote about my French Husband’s nephew Mattieu, how he was very handsome, wonderfully nice and available. Well all be darn, if I didn’t became an overnight, match-making, referral agency. Many of you wrote to me teasingly: I have a daughter, a sister, an Aunt, or a cousin, a nanny, or a friend who is single and could be interested. Some sent photos. Some wrote twice.
I saw a need. With black book in hand I became a Match Making Agency with one male client, and hundreds of bella belles! (Slightly exaggerated number of bella belles.)
Well to be honest, Mattieu didn’t know that I was chatting with anyone about his possible new love life. Why should he know, it was just a jestful girl thing anyway? Besides it was a fantasy, a light hearted game…the truth didn’t matter to any of the single girls nor I. Not one bit, and of course that didn’t stop any of us from giggling even more, and dreaming up escapades that nobody dreamed would become true.
Except Lily.
After the few days of silly chatter, Lily kept writing. We started to share more sincerely, the jestful game transformed into a friendship and in those few emails, I don’t know why but I felt something, I don’t know what, but a feeling I couldn’t shake. Lily felt it too.
But here is the catch. Lily, wasn’t interested in Mattieu for herself, she wrote to me asking about Mattieu for her best friend Eva. She thought Eva and Mattieu sounded alike…and how she too couldn’t shake the idea of the two of them meeting.
It was odd, it was a long shot, especially considering neither of them (Eva nor Mattieu,) knew each other, nor that Lily and I were talking about them in such a way.
Well eventually Lily and I knew we had to take the next step, we had to break the ice, and tell them about our match-making secrets. Can you imagine that? How do you tell someone, something as off the wall as this?
I thought about how I was going to tell Mattieu, which for me was odd because I usually jump and think later. "Oh Hi Mattieu… Hey by the way, Um…ah… You see a few weeks ago I wrote a post on my blog about you being single… Then this woman from blogging, who read what I wrote about you contacted me. …um um anyway, this woman has a best friend who she thought you might like to get to know… and oh by the way the person lives on the other side of the planet. So maybe you two could write emails like pen pals? You could practice your English and she could practice her French?"
But I couldn’t say that!! Not the whole truth like that. Match-makers have to know how to play their cards, and the deck of cards in my hand were pretty tricky.
After much consideration, a few chocolates and a glass of wine I called Mattieu. I told him that there was this person who reads my blog and she was looking for a pen pal to practice her French. I went on to say that, since he wanted to practice his English she might be an interested person to write.
The story continues tomorrow…when Eva flys to France to meet Mattieu…
P.S. The meeting is at my house.
Photos: Small items seen at the brocante, writing tools, ink well, black book, whistle, glasses and love notes.
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