So much in my life happens just because of where I'm standing at a particular moment. This particular moment was on a Friday night and, yes, I did have a glass of wine in my hand. I guess that could also be a factor.
It was a dinner party of very sophisticated and international friends. I was the least sophisticated and the least international. The others were laughing and discussing politics at a lively clip. Then, talk turned to the fabulous overseas travel they were planning over the summer.
I sighed. There were no overseas plans on my horizon. Then they all broke into the language of love. Yes, the majority of the group, I'd say 9 out of 12, all speak french. They were parlaying and vooing all over the place. Who knows what they were discussing, but it sounded romantic and adventurous.
My friend, the other anglophone across the table, looked me in the eye and asked me if I'd like to take French lessons with her. I said yes, in English. The night went on. We had an exotic dessert, kissed everyone 3 times on the cheek, and headed home.
The next morning, I was answering overdue e-mail, when I saw a message in my box titled, "French Lessons." Uh oh.