Here’s a little tidbit about French Boy. You see, he suffers from a cultural kickback I like to call his latin drama. It’s a peculiarity that occurs at least once a day. An otherwise calm soul, with a heavy lean toward pragmatism and the commonsensical, his latin drama comes unexpected – everytime – and while only lasts for a moment or two, it’s enough to catch witnesses off guard and result in making me belly laugh – everytime.
And this morning’s scenario is one such example…
All was going smoothly. As he leaves the boat, he flashes a big happy smile my way and blows me a French kiss from the other side of the bridge. Off he walks to catch his tram to Centraal Station. About 10 minutes later, I get a call. My ear is instantly assaulted by the very loud music of the buskers that I immediately recognise to be those at Centraal. Then, with a calmish voice French Boy says to me “can you please hurry and look on the clothes basket for my visa card and pin card.” A question mark lights up above my head. So I look and I see nothing. “There is nothing here babe” I reply. Enter, latin drama, stage one: “What? Are you sure, are you sure? Can you look again, look around!” “Babe, there is nothing here, I promise you, do you think they have slipped out of your pocket?” “Oh shit, oh shit!!” Enter, latin drama, stage two: sheer, irrational, uncontrollable panic: “They were in the back pocket of my pants, they were there! Now they are not here!” The buskers are getting louder, and the panic in his voice is writhe. And this time, he has even managed to pass it on to me: “Shit, are you sure babe, are you sure? Hang on, let me think…”. By this time I can feel the drama peak over the phone, and I imagine his eyes suddenly firey and vacant while he undergoes the ‘spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch’ check at triple speed, over and over again. The buskers are loud and unrelenting. “Babe” I say, “did you check your rucksack?” “YESSSS!” he shouts and then silence. Except for the buskers. “Babe?” “Oh” he says, “they are right here, in the rucksack.” Enter stage three of latin drama: firey eyes turn back to twinkling jewels, he smiles, he chuckles at his own expense, and carries on with his day.
Curtains close.
I go back to sipping my tea, wondering what tomorrow will bring.
haha, i LOVE this! so charming and personal, thank you for sharing! you two sound so sweet together. back to the tea…xo
September 5th, 2008 | #
boys ;)!
September 5th, 2008 | #
That is hilarious! But my swedish american husband does the same only if he could create music and i am guessing dance like your french boy- i would be able to tolerate it more!
this was a fun read with my morning mocha!
September 5th, 2008 | #
nadia, i never knew the swedes also had the potential to possess a bit of latin drama, this is great to know!
xx
PS I must interject, with all his musical abilities, he cannot dance. go figure.
September 5th, 2008 | #
oho.. but have you heard of the Jewish-American boy drama? I live it every day.
September 5th, 2008 | #
😉 heheheh oh you have explained that sooooooo well!!! and made me think of all the times i witnessed that! love latin boys!!!!
September 5th, 2008 | #
This sounds charmingly familiar…love this anecdote. Always good to have a cool head to balance a hot one 🙂
September 5th, 2008 | #
hahah, i like this story! and i’m embaressed to say i’m exactly like that… major drama queen. and i’m in fact a swedish girl. go figure.
September 5th, 2008 | #
I wonder also what sort of drama a girl born & raised in Melbourne posesses…it’s significant & usually involves keys.
September 6th, 2008 | #
you two are hilarious! no wonder you make such a cool couple 🙂
September 6th, 2008 | #
i love this story. it made me laugh so hard! you are so charming
September 6th, 2008 | #
oh so familiar and way too funny.
September 6th, 2008 | #
this s so familiar!! only i am the french boy with the “’spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch’ check at triple speed” sans testicles. you sound relentlessly calm. a perfect balance.
XOX
September 6th, 2008 | #
hahhahaha!!! men 🙂
September 6th, 2008 | #
tee hee!
September 7th, 2008 | #
This is such a remarkably familiar scene. And frankly, always sort of comforts me in knowing how ‘humanness’ transcends all geographic borders, on the other side of the world boys are having the same mini-freak outs as those right here Ohio! I am so happy to have discovered your blog this summer, its wonderful!
September 7th, 2008 | #
Soundscape, Pia soundscape! We miss the french accent ;)!!
The version of this at our place is “The Dutch Professor” and comes with regular intervals. Will tell you another time as it will take up too much space.
Just kidding guys – you know we love you!
September 9th, 2008 | #
I think this may be related to “Irish Gypsy” syndrome. I admit to being the same way! Thank heavens for a patient family.
September 10th, 2008 | #