An old fling from my time in Paris sent me a note this morning and it got me nostalgic for my days in the city of love. Why is it that the minute we have a new prospect in line, all of the exes come out of the woodwork? Who alerts them that life may just get a little too close to perfect for an old amour, so they need to step in? Is it a test? A reminder of all the standards we have set for the new guy? Usually, the distraction is enough to divert my attention and make me question my current situation.
But this time was different. There was no hesitation. I didn't even have to think before hitting 'delete.'
Ironically, the new guy in question right now is also French. At risk of jinxing it by saying anything more, I'll stop at: he is fantastic, and I totally "france-y" him.