HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Wow, 2017 is going to be an exquisite year hear on The Elegant Life Blog!  I cannot wait to share everything I have in store for you!!!

This week finalises the series of “The Making of a Spiritual Woman: A Pilgrimage That Began in Paris” – ready to see how this magical story finishes???  Let’s continue where we left off…me, a dark-haired man and the power of BEAUTY.)

Dear Diary,

The Fair was a display of art from around the world. Emil and I somehow ended up being alone looking at the Bulgaria and Prague displays. After admiring those countries, Emil excitedly searched for anything on Edmonton or Canada. I loved how excited he was to search for it!

One part of the fair was showcasing artistic kitchens! I looked at one kitchen and said, “Oooh, I love that.”

He looked at it and with total sincerity said, “Wow, it’s a beautiful kitchen.” I LOVE how guys are here! They appreciate beauty on a whole different level than North Amercian men do!

We had so much fun tasting foods that were being sampled and looking at all the displays, but I had to go.  Emil asked if we could exchange phone numbers and if we could get together the next day, just me, him, Sandra and her boyfriend.

Oh my god, was he feeling things for me too? I think so!!! There is such a connection between us, an indescribable comfort level.

I wasn’t walking, I was flying!

Yes, THIS is what was missing from Guy. I HAVE to be physically attracted to a guy. All the other things are necesary too, which Guy had, but this is just as important.

I can’t wait to see Emil tomorrow!

Dear Diary,

Today Sandra and I met up with her boyfriend and as soon as he saw me he asid, “Did you talk to Emil today?”

“No, why?” I said.

“He wanted to apologize for how he acted yesterday since he didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

I replied quickly,”I don’t have a boyfriend.”

(He likes me!!!!)

We went to Sandra’s house and soon after arriving the phone rang. It was Emil. Sandra’s boyfriend grabbed the phone to speak to Emil and I could tell he was sharing with Emil the news that I didn’t have a boyfriend.

All of a sudden, he brought the phone to me…

“There’s someone who wants to talk to you.”

Emil sounded so happy to hear my voice and when I told him we were coming over right away he said with so much enthusiasm, “That’s great!”

When we arrived at Emil’s place his face lit up when he saw me. And then he gave me that warm embrace and kiss on the cheek again.

Seinfeld was on, so we all sat around the TV and laughed for an hour straight.

Ah!!! To listen to my own language again! To interact with a man in my own language.

To be with a sexy, dark-haired man who was kind and genuinely interested in me!!!

Emil and I talked the rest of the night and when I said we have to go he said, “No! It’s still early!”

I did have to go though, so he walked us outside. I said, “Well, hopefully we’ll see eachother again either this week or this weekend.”

He quickly repsonded with, “This week!”

This is so much fun but hey, they leave to go back to Prague in 2 weeks and I leave for Italy in 10 days, so fun is all it’s going to have to be.

Man, I’m already looking forward to seeing him again!

Dear Diary,

I have the worst news to share….Sandra is moving! Her family doesn’t need her anymore, so she is moving to Bretagne. What am I going to do without her???

I tried giving her lots of options on how she can stay here, but in the end she has to do what’s best for her.

Guy called today and wanted to come see me. He brought tulips, soya chocolate dessert, and the Sting CD that I love so much.

I realized right then and there that I cannot abuse my relationship with him. I had to figure this whole situation out. I have to make him understand that it’s over.  He has to really get it this time.

Later that night Emil called and was so happy to hear my voice. He told me he really wants to see me tomorrow.

What does he really want from me?

He’s leaving in 2 weeks! I don’t undestand but I’m just going to enjoy the time we have.

Oh yes, today I made an appointment with the dermatologist. I am committd to getting rid of this acne. Today the cleaning lady took me aside and asked if everything is all right with me.

“Oui. Pourquoi?” I replied.

“You must be allergic to something dear because you have pimples and bumps all over your face.”

And then, later that night, Francois-Clement came to me on the sofa and said, “Erin, what are all those red dots on your face?”

I am actually shocked that I have all these guys telling me how wonderful I am, even with all these huge zits!

Maybe exuding inner beauty IS enough. Hmmm…

JOIN ME HERE for one of the most romantic scenes of my life – it involves a train station, just like a scene from an old movie – there’s also, a gorgeous, elegant lesson for you in here:)

With love,