Friday, October 24, 2014

In about an hour, I'll leave to meet Emile in Biarritz. This evening we'll go dine out alone. Tomorrow evening, he is planning a party at his house and is expecting approximately 30 people. I'm to be the hostess, I need to get excited about my role.


Thursday, October 23, 2014

I've come to terms with being this woman, the Jimmy-Manalo-Christian shoes. The Chanel-Vuitton-Hermès bags. The fur jacket, a gift from Emile, Christmas last. Not the frou-frou dog, at least not yet. Being the kept woman.

When I arrived in Paris eleven years ago,I wouldn't have believed that this was what I'd become. But I started down the path not that long after arriving. The change was gradual and when I recognized what was happening I fought it, though halfheartedly. Acceptance brings relief.


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Emile is gone for a week and my presence was not required. My plan was to come to the village but before leaving I ran into a pair of my motorcycle friends.

They planned a ride Saturday and I joined them. We met early, before first light, at a cafe in the east suburbs and road toward Soissons taking the small roads. We stopped for lunch in Acy and started back on a different route arriving home near dusk.

I felt bad for Wags as he spent a long day alone. But it was a good day for me as I spent time with people that I like, doing something I enjoy and frankly, this summer I neglected both these friends and the bike.

Sunday I lunched with Natalie and Ruth, her partner. It was good to see them as it has been a while. Truth be told I've been isolating myself from many of my friends.

Today, I'm in the village and will be here till the weekend when I'll join Emile in Biarritz. It's quiet, as it is in the off season during the week, but the weather is pleasant, though rain is expected this evening with the remainder of the week dry. And the surf is up.


Friday, October 17, 2014

Before leaving for Tunisia, Grace called me to ask if her husband ever made sexual advances towards me. He hadn't. Yes there were exchanges of double entendres, often with her present, but nothing serious.

She thanked me and hung up. During the trip I received a message that she had left Robert and had filed for divorce. I wasn't surprised, but saddened none the less. Since returning, we've had a chance to speak and it seems he actively pursued some women in her social circle and recently. It was enough.

She's coming for Thanksgiving and I look forward to seeing her.


Thursday, October 16, 2014

May I remove your panties?


Then what are you going to do?

You'll see.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Thursday was, hmmm, interesting.

We dined at a new restaurant near my apartment and later returned to our love nest in Le Marais. Emile, aka, Mr Envelope, lit a fire and poured cognac while I slipped into something entertaining. When we were settled in he informed me that Mrs. Envelope has chosen to remain at their house in Nice, rather than return to Paris.

This self-exile creates a conundrum for Emile, in that he is denied a companion for the various social functions that he undertakes, which he is solving by putting me in the position of…well walker.

I'm not new to being a mistress, but but being so public is different. Of course I was Jacque's very public companion, but he was single at the time and I was view as a want-to-be MRS. My outings with Charles and Francis were simply dates, private activities, and up to now so has my time with Emile.

Saturday was my initiation, I was uncomfortable.


Wednesday, October 08, 2014

The plan when I returned from Tunisia, was to assist a couple of friends in moving a sailboat from the village to a boatyard at Brest and after that to do it again. I've had such a tough life the last few months, haven't I. But Emile requested that I return to Paris and I have.

The trip from Marseille was circuitous, I needed to go to the village and pickup somethings that I had left and then to Normandy to pickup Wags at Dad's. The pick up was a good example of why one should have a dog.

When I arrived Dad had gone to town and taken the dogs with him. The window of Juliette's living room has a view of the road and the drive. Wags must have spotted Buster, because rather than waiting for Dad to come around and open the rear door of the Land Rover to let him and the pugs out, he scrambled over Dad's lap to get out the side door and ran over to the camper sniffing around it for a few seconds before making a bee-line to the door where he made a ruckus till he was let in. It's nice to be missed.

The last few weeks have had me on overload in respect to people contact, so today I stayed holed up in my apartment. It gave me a chance to take stock of where I am and where I want to go. Financially I'm OK, with the sale of Kim & Co, I squirreled away living expenses for a year and with Emile's stipend, I've not needed to touch that. The little consulting engagement that I have will continue for a bit, though that is more episodic than regular. The trip to Tunisia gave me an opportunity to explore one business idea that I've been toying with and what I found out was encouraging. Something that I have decided is whatever I do next, I want it to be of a small scale.

Tomorrow evening I'm seeing Emile.