Le diner de cons?

For some time ago I attended une soirée with women very different from me. They were elegant, intelligent, married with rich and important men, and they have never said fuck in their lives. The conversation went something like:

“You have a new bag, very nice!”
“Yes, I got it from my husband.”
“What brand is it?”
“It is Louis.”

If you don’t get it, the girl was talking about Louis Vuitton. I don’t care for brands; I really don’t give a damn, probably because I would never have enough money to buy a “Louis” (and this is because I am stupid, which has resulted that I married a poor man, which resulted that I am not elegant and have to say fuck all the time).

At this soirée there was one very elegant and beautiful girl who was extremely keen in getting in contact with me. I didn’t get it; I am boring, my clothes are not from Munthe+Simonsen, I don’t live in Gentofte and I drive Renault. Is this lady just exaggerated polite? She kept talking to me the whole night, and saying it would be very nice to keep in touch. I gave her my business card, for what, that I have no idea about.

Afterwards I was wondering if I had been an offer for “Le diner de cons”. In this film some smart guys (Thierry Lhermitte & co) invite every week an idiot (like Jacques Villeret) for a dinner just to make fun of him. But last week this beautiful and elegant girl from the soirée sent me an e-mail saying that she would like to meet me for a cup of coffee. E-mails back and forth, trying to find a date, and she ended one e-mail telling that she lives very close to my office. Why did she tell me this? She is very nice; she is not a kind of person who brags about being so rich that she lives in this very expensive neighbourhood. No, this is a hint that we can go over to her place after the coffee.

I shouldn’t complain. I have been very eager to find a lover and God has heard my prayers. I just didn’t know that in the process I would have to turn into a real lesbian.