American Girl Find La Vie En Rose
My name is Jacqueline Marie. Though I have no French ties nor ancestry, my mother said I would be destined for a life of adventure and romance with French name like this. With the help of Diane Lane in “A Little Romance” or Meg Ryan in “French Kiss” I feel well prepared for love!
And now, dear Yves Saint Laurent, it has happened! A plot is currently unfolding and I wish to relay to you une petite histoire francaise.
This past summer, I met a French boy: un garçon. That is how the story begins. And that is the reason why I am writing to you on this final date of the contest… It seems fate, that I discovered the Parisienne opportunity today, and am typing as fast as my little American fingers can to get this to you on time.
It was 6 months ago on vacation, when I made eye contact with a boy, whom I though was beautiful and FRENCH. With no notion of European culture (let alone men), I felt it a lost cause approaching a foreign boy whom i could neither understand, nor had anything in common with. It was the last day, just hours before my plane was about to depart, when we finally spoke for the first time. He was dangling his sunburnt feet in the swimming pool alone and looking very French in a striped polo shirt. I gained enough courage to dangle my feet next to him.
As a French masters student, Camille smiled at every word I said; Maybe it was because he found my American accent funny, or maybe it was due to the fact that he couldn’t understand a word I was saying. His English was very poor while I could only manage to toss in a few “Merci’s” here and there. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how critical my mistake was in taking high school Spanish.
After our brief feet dangling conversation, we managed to exchange email addresses. So, with a pen I found in my pocket, and I hand I promised never to wash until I arrived safely back home in LA, Camille wrote his email on my hand. I exchanged the favor.
For the past 6 months, Camille and I have been together (not living in the same city), but exchanging thoughts, words, and as much “bisous” as is internationally possible. He visited me this past summer, and arrives in LAX this Friday for his midterm break to see me.
I have bought several “french for dummies” books and am taking a Beginning French. Camille is taking classes in English, and our conversations improve daily we definitely and never quarrel!
Yves Saint Laurent, please send me to Paris to experience La Vie en Rose.
