The Scene:
Restaurant Taillevent, 15 Rue Lamennais, 75008 Paris.

The Players:
La Single Girl (moi, before becoming La Mom), Ze French Lov-air, Le Serveur

The Food:
Heavenly (although I only had a few bites)

The Apéritif:
Kir Royale Cerise Griotte

The Wine:
Château Mouton Rothschild 1983

The Dialogue:

La Single Girl: Thanks to your tongue, my French has improved so much.

(Sidebar: Oh mon Dieu. Did I really say that back then? So beyondfromage. It must have been the apéritif talking.)

Ze French Lov-air: Zat ees nice, ma chérie.

La SG (stroking FL’s cheek): My friends in the US are so jealous I have a French boyfriend.

Ze French Lov-air: You shouldn’t call me your boyfriend.

La SG (shocked): Why? Aren’t we dating?

Ze French Lov-air (snorts): Day-teeng? This is what you see in Amairicain feelms. On sort, c’est tout. In fact, I have something to tell you…

Zere are two others.

And I plan on keeping all three of you.

Le Serveur (seeing La Single Girl burst into tears): More wine,mademoiselle?

The Conclusion: Leave it to a Frenchman to put his cheating on the table. The table of a Michelin-starred restaurant.

At least I ordered the most expensive dish on the menu.