Thursday, 3 July 2014

Failed Meet Cute


London is great right now. The light is amazing, and we can finally use our summer clothes. What's not to love? I was walking on High Street Kensington this morning, with my sunglasses firmly stuck on my face. Everything was going well, and the morning was soon going to become even more interesting. I put my hand in the pocket of my denim trousers to try to find an old receipt. The thing is, I always keep all sorts of things in my pockets. Often, I am too lazy to put back my small change in my purse, and instead I leave the odd coin in any pocket instead. I always find long-lost objects in there before doing the laundry. But I digress. This morning, I didn't find the receipt I was looking for. Instead, a yellow coin flied as soon as I had removed my hand. It fell on the ground and started rolling. It was about to slip on the road and be lost forever, when suddenly a guy managed to stop it. He promptly crouched and skilfully caught it. Very impressive.


I had been saved by a knight in shiny armour. How lovely! This morning, I had a guarding angel. But there was a  twist. Come on, there always is a twist, right? The guy was pale-skinned, ginger, and wearing a formal suits with stripes. In short, he was oozing Britishness. I thanked him profusely, and he smiled. He gave me my coin back, but not before carefully looking at it. And then he said:
"- You know that we don't accept Euros in this country, right?"
Great, my saviour is Eurosceptic. Or he feels compelled to teach me a lesson. Either way, I am slightly peeved. Believe me, I am fully aware of where I can use Euros.
"-Well, I answered, thanks for the update, and the help."
Why do some British guys have this tendency to talk too much? It was such a perfect meet cute! Had he just smiled and shut up, I would have melted. He hadn't. Problem solved.

In France or in the UK, I wouldn't have gone very far with 5 cents anyway. I decided not to mention this point. Because I am not a point scorer, and  I have to give credit to the fact that he probably was just trying to be nice. So I kept smiling, and walked away.

The magic of the moment had gone, because politics had come between us. Damn it.


What about you? Have you ever experienced such a failed meet cute?

17 comments:

  1. Hi! I saw your post on the Facebook UBC challenge and loved it! It made me laugh so hard. Believe me I had plenty of failed meet cutes when I lived in the United States. I though I was meeting the man of my dreams and then something really obnoxious would be stated and then I would be deflated. I have to say that because of this my fairy tail guy turned out to be British (very Cary Grant the king of meet cutes) and I ended up marrying him. We recently moved to the South of France so I love reading your blog so much especially about the differences between French and English schools and people. You can see more about it in my blog - http://masabicou.com/ Thank you so much! Jina

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    1. Glad you like dit Gina! I suppose that you are right. We need lots of failed meet cutes before finding the right one. Such is life, I suppose!

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  2. Is it that odd to meet someone "oozing Britishness" in London these days?

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    1. It is actually odd. London is so international...

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  3. Yes sometimes less (talk) is more!

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    1. It clearly would have been better for him. But some men can't help themselves, right?

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  4. Ah yes, if some people would not speak and just smile! I have met people who I think are attractive until they open their mouths... such a shame.

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    1. Such a shame indeed. Maybe nobody has told them that they need to shut up...

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  5. Was he that good looking in the first place? Just curious Muriel.

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    1. He was good-looking, Sonia, but in a British sort of way.

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  6. We'd have so many more crushes if life were on mute.

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    1. So true...That said, I think that it might also be a British thing: they simply can't stop talking!

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  7. Sometimes it is the talking which ruins the moment, sometimes it is the thinking that does the same! Funny post, Muriel!!

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    1. Well, Barbara, it suffices to say that we didn't get this far...

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  8. No failed meet cute here but I do hate unsolicited advice. Actually, I'm quite ambivalent about it. Though I recognize the good intentions (i.e. wanting to help out), there is something about it I find quite condescending. Am I just too proud? Hmm......

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    1. That's right, I hate condescending people. I don't know why. Maybe I am indeed much too proud!

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  9. Oh I know - some people will just open their mouths and spoil things! ;)

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