The other day when I was out and about with work, I stopped to have lunch at a very French bakery with my boss and his wife.
The company had previously fitted out this place and subsequently knew the owner and the chef.
This bakery is just full of delicious food. All the staff are French and it has a lovely, overseas feel about it.
Anyway, as we were eating lunch, the chef came out to say hello to us. I have not met him before. He is French and very friendly with the females.
After he introduced himself to me (gave me the old palm tickling hand shake) he then brought over a place of freshly made macaroons for us to have. He went through the fillings of each colour with great detail and kept saying things like "Linda, only you and I can share this yellow one for it is for lovers" and "one bite of this chocolate one and you will feel like you are walking with me down the Champs-Elysees" and other things. I was laughing about all this (as was bossman and wife). It was fun seeing a flagrantly flirting Frenchman at work.
His accent was just lovely and he oozed all the charm of a Frenchman despite the fact he looked like a giant turtle, only the shell was on his front (stomach). But you know, it was all in good fun and as we left he actually kissed my hand twice and I had to kind of wrestle it back.
Plus, I bought a box of the macaroons because I am telling you they were unbelievably delicious.
The next day my boss told me that the French chef had asked for my phone number as he wanted to get to know me better. My boss said that he would ask me first as he was not at liberty to give out my number freely. I think he chose not to tell him I was married in case it affected future work projects.
I felt rather flattered until my boss said "I hate to burst your bubble of ego, but he is like that with all the females".
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Let me enjoy the moment," I said.
Later on I told my husband what had transpired and he said that my boss can give his number to the French chef.
He will tell him what he can do with his macaroons.
Having said that, it did not stop him from eating a few of the ones I brought home.