The French Connection (Gone Awry)

           The college looked desolated today and it was just a coincidence that I walked past the CGPU building when the Placement Unit head came and asked me whether I could attend a seminar at Hotel Classic Avenue. He said that the seminar was conducted by a group of French delegates from various universities in France for the purpose of awarding scholarships to Indian students to study there. Since I was just lazing around and had nothing much to do I agreed to attend the seminar. So I reached the Hotel with 4 of my classmates with the hidden intention of meeting some hot French ladies. The seminar was halfway through when we came and as I just got seated, I noticed this beautiful, blonde girl with a ponytail sitting in the 2nd row. She was cute!! The seminar got over within some time and it was time to meet the delegates of various universities. Now, each university specialized in certain engineering branches and we had to go to the delegates accordingly. The unlucky duffers with me told their area as Electronics and got appointed to some old French guys. I saw this beautiful, blonde girl sitting beside a table and I found that her university’s main area was telecommunications. I tactfully told the coordinator that I was an electronics engineering student specializing in telecom. Got appointed to the blonde girl and without wasting any time I went to her.

Blonde: Hi, Good morning!!
Me: Comment allez vous! (English: How are you?)
Blonde: Aah!! You know French?
Me: Not much. Just know itsy-bitsy pieces of French. (Yay! First impression made perfect)

          She told me that she was from Jean Monnet University at St Etienne and explained to me the core research areas of telecommunication and the availability of scholarships in her university. In fact she is a student in that university as well its international relations coordinator. The topic deviated from internships and job offers and green card to her life in France and her town and how she enjoys cooking. A little while later, I realized that I was flirting and in fact I was pumped up by the very thought that I was actually flirting with a beautiful blonde French girl. Actually, I wanted to deviate the topic to French kiss and how it got its name, but for the sake of decency I refrained from it. Man, I should tell she had a tantalizing smile and her teeth were so white.

Blonde: I’m sorry; I forgot to ask your name.
Me: I’m Thomas.
Blonde: Oh! My son’s name is also Thomas. He’s about your age.
Me: !!!!! (Boom!!! End of story)
Blonde: It’s pronounced as “Thomaa” in French with a silent ‘s’.
Me: (Ya, ya, whatever)

I walked out of the hotel with a broken heart and a crushed soul.

A Piece of Advice:

           Always remember, French women look way much younger than their real age. Don’t jump into conclusions. Also, don’t be misled by the fact that these are university students. Many of them come back to college to pursue their studies at their mid-ages. Aah! I learned so much today!