It's All Over

My relationship with Sébastien Chabal is going through a rocky patch. All week I had been looking forward to our Thursday night date. He was scheduled to appear on an inane French chat show called La Méthode Cauet and I was bursting with anticipation and frissons!

Last night I stationed myself on the sofa, all cleavage, shiny hair and lip gloss, and waited with pounding heart for Him to appear.

I endured the crappest chat show ever, while battling the drowsy-making effects of a Fervex for my runny nose... but Chabalou stood me up! He simply never appeared. No explanation or excuse was given, and I sat through the whole damn thing, until 1 am, dozing through the appearances of only mildly interesting celebrities, all the while thinking he would surely be next on. Nope.

What a waste of good sleeping time!

To console myself I may take a stroll up to the village bookshop at lunchtime to see if I can buy a copy of a just-released biography. He's only 29 years old, so it'll be a slim volume!

If they don't have it, Séb and I are over, I'm afraid. He'll just have to get along without me in his life.

I am Woman. Hear me roar!