|Next Time I Will Wear My Fav T-shirt|
Have you ever felt so out of place that you wanted to scream and run away? Well, it has happened to me a few times. I never know exactly when it will be. Usually, it is during very posh and very British dinners. Most men are successful professionals. Most women are from aristocratic backgrounds, with superb manners and, I must admit, not much in common with me (not always, but most of the time).
I remember being invited once to a huge house located in Knightsbridge. It looked like a small building, with at least six floors. My mum wouldn’t like it –far too many steps. That said, maybe they had a lift?
I was wearing a little black dress from Joseph that I absolutely loved. I felt fine. The host came to me:
“Oh, what a nice dress, I thought that short cuts were not appropriate after 35, but I was clearly wrong. You look absolutely gorgeous.”.
OMG, the dress is clearly a miss. Damn it. I had just been a victim of a very British tradition: the double-edged compliment. In fact, don't be fooled, it was a bitchy comment. What to do?
I smiled. I didn’t say anything. I thanked her for the compliment, making it look as if I hadn't understood what she meant. Lovely start of the evening. How to escape?
I decided try hard to find a subject that would break the ice. How about children and schools?
“- Oh, our kids are all at boarding schools now. But we do have pets. Pets are so much more rewarding than kids anyway…”
I couldn't believe my ears. I hadn't drunk anything: I promise.
Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against pets, and I grew up in a small village, surrounded by cats and dogs. But, to me, the order of priority is: