HOW I MET MY HUSBAND AND GET HIM TO MARRY ME

He was really getting on my nerves and i wished he changed his mind and get into the train again and back to where he came from.

But i had to be fair to each guy coming for the date so..That were the rules. Be patient and polite to everybody.

And who knows. He might have some hidden qualities i hadn't had time to discover yet.

He asked to have the piece of pizza left wrapped and stored it delicately in his backpack.

You would think we were going home,wouldn't you?

I did too; Unfortunately for me, we had to walk to Place des Vosges that fresh March evening: he madly wanted to capture the night lights of this famous parisian place.

Here we were! Fixing the equipments? I was changed into an apprentice photographer.

I was praying for him to finish quickly so as i could go home and get to bed.

11:30 pm. at home at last. I was worn out and frozen. After i had shown him his room, i said good night and left.

Jessmahule

Tonight is fashion night.

Another aspect of jessmahule. I am fashion addicted. I collect stuff like shoes, jewels, bags....

And there was also a time when iused to dream i was a fashion designer. Here is one piece of my design during my fashion run away

I am not famous and i even stop designing but i am still addicted. Just wanted to show you...

Good night.

i wish i hadn't offered him shelter so promptly.

Wolker, that was his first name, wanted to visit Paris so i suggested the african oceanian art museum to start with.

When we reach the museum, we spent time scanning every mask and every other african object that was displayed in the museum. Same for the aquarium;i was completely exhausted when we finally left after we had fed our inquiring mind: it was almost 6 pm.

Of course too late to cook dinner and i didn't feel like to it anyway so i took him to the restaurant. After long discussing on the choice, i stepped into the next italian restaurant we passed in the street, i clearly informed him i wa going there and nowhere else and sat at a tble in the middle of the room. That didn't suit him so he asked the waiter if we could change and we ended behind a pillar, a place thought to be left for non important people, i am not a VIP but i hate to be sitted there.

I ordered a pizza( pizza becomes my favourite dish when i am in a hurry). The faster we eat the quicker we go home. He ordered wine. Fine I said, but i soon got annoyed again but his behaviour with his glass.

Imagine cowboys in saloon; when they and their glass of whisky, drink it their head back as if they were repressing an epistasis. He swallowed his wine and finished noisily and made the glass slipped on the bar.

I knew in advance he could not be the good one!

jessmahule

He I was expected on saturday; I had to find a cheap. he had not enough money to spend Finaly i decided to rent the the spare room in my friend's place.They were away for the week end and i of course asked them.…

So on saturday, i went to pick him at the train station. When it stopped at last, i saw a tall slim man wearing a green beret on I awaited it the week end according to. One needed that I find a hotel room to him, not expensive, with bets, easy of access, all parassait to him extremely expensive. The final solution was to lodge it. After all it came for me.

When the train finally stopped, I saw a young tal man, with a green beret on the head, he was wearing a green raincoat.

I had travelled a lot to Bavaria an i loved their style but except in the country, i had never met that style before.

Good,style does not have too much to do with our date. We will see later.

So i took him home,by the underground but on the way i was already sorry for my prompt proposal.

Wolker, tht was is first name, had this annoying way of playing with his beret.Imagine a juggler who uses a beret for a plate, his finger as a stick that make the beret twirl and twirl before it ended up on his head.

I had to bare that for an hour and a half, then the week end.

I told you before, i am always shooting wherever i go. Here at the bank i interrupt this charming lady to ask "let me see you hand and the rings"

Here is the result.

Perhaps a good way to make friend???

In my office in Paris.

Jessmahule

I made a pause after the bleeding chicken disaster just to keep a correspondance with other bachelors.

Then one wednesday morning,

"Ho, a letter of Berlin!" A rather charming , supposedly educated young man, a physician. What kindof discussion are we supposed to have? i don't have a hint. It's almost already difficult between french speakers... I am a french speaker, he speaks german is quite a beginner in english, so did i.

Not worse than my late dinner. I wanted to see what would come out of the unknown berliner coming to Paris by train to seek love.

He was expected on saturday; I had to find a cheap hotel, not far from Paris. He din't have enough money to spend Finally i decided to rent the spare room at my friend's place.They were away for the week end and i of course asked them.

So on saturday, i went to pick him at the train station. When it stopped at last, i saw a tall slim man wearing a green beret...

Let me introduce my third date to you.

A real disaster! I was very fond of the guy. Same age; He sent a photograph in his first letter. Fair, very smart, a famous to be sporting coach for heads staff; he used to travel a lot on the french Riviera.

I had to do as much as i could to get his attention. As in a film, I chose to be at ease and very mature and sexy as i could.The message I left on his answering service could not have remained without a feedback...

After a good training, you have this: "good evening, a good dinner with a good wine, discussion at place (coin du feu), if that'sappeals you(interested), give me a call when you are backa, here is my phone number."

Here we are, the invitation was launched, too late to change my mind. I had to assume now. At my great surprise, he called back on Wednesday, He was back in Paris again, he thought my idea audacious, absolutely original and he loved women who are not afraid of taking initiatives.

Was this reality or a good part in a movie? No idea at all, what i was sure of was that i felt a sensation of panic. Second proposition for a dinner in a two weeks time...

Crazy wasn't it? I couldn't believe it. Cancel the home rendez vous for a dinner at the restaurant? But what he had appreciated was the idea of dinning by the fire place.

Saturday morning I ask one of my friend what she thinks of my idea, she said " the simpler the better, and if that is not enough to him, he can take you to the restaurant"

I decided to cook rosted chicken with fresh mint pasta. Not really original, i would rather focus on the environment. Candles, beautiful tablecloth, good wine, and a pretty dress.

4. 30 pm, someone calling: " hello, this is "Jacques" ' let's call him Jacques), I am sorry i will be a little bit late, i have to meet a friend at 5:30 would you wait for me please?"

" that's ok for me, don't worry"

I made approximative calculations to put my chicken in the oven so as to be ready at 9 p.m.

7 pm I started cooking my chicken, twenty minutes later, telephone again,

"it is me, I am still at my friend, but I assure you we are dining together"

Ouhhhhhhh welllllllll,that was really starting to get on my nerves but i calm down and with a soft voice, I answered him that he could take all the time requested to be with his friend, it is saturday after all....
If there is anything i hate most,that was waiting after people; that could get me histerical sometimes... I took my dish off the oven to avoid overcooking;

7. 30 a call again; "I have finished earlier than expected i am not far from your place, i will be there in a few minutes"

My googdness, he is coming and the chicken is not cooked. Complete panic, I put the chicken into the oven,at maximum heat, it will cook more quickly, the chicken was rosted out but bleeding when I started to cut it.

A big disaster! I throwed the towel before the fight had started. the dinner was a failure, the whole masked with apparent ease, we ordered a pizza and dine like friends.

Instead of a romantic diner, we had a good discussion, where Jacques was the speaker and i the listener; I had to hear most of the spicy anecdotes that had illustrated his working life, with his "star" custumers.

Part of his life as a bachelor since then, In fact he was looking for a woman to meet from time to time when he was in Paris, no ties, no commitment.

He prefered to remain free.

A good digestif after our pizza, a delicate kiss later and we were walking on the lane towards the gate,

Jessmahule

Jessmahule

I could have felt in love with him at first sight but he was only 22 years old.This rendez vous after much hesitation.

The first moments were very intense, he had a bunch of roses and a small box of chocolate, i love chocolate and he was handsome but 25... what a pity!

I gave no chance to this rendez vous but we spent a nice almost romantic evening, chatting and laughing, as good friends, he felt how reticent i was though and got shyer and very serious for a moment. At the end of the evening, before leaving, he became suddenly serious and made that weird and unexpected proposal.

My impression is that you are not interested in me, but i don't mind, I can love for two, I will marry you, we will learn to know each other, and everything will then come naturally.

My god! That was the first time during that dinner he was speaking so deeply.

I was wordless and said

"well eurhh, what a surprise, but you even don't know me really.You are too young for me, you could meet a girl you age"

"i don't need to meet a girl my age, i am talking to you"

I didn't want to hurt him after; a pause i suggested we take time to think about it again and have a serious discussion later.

We kissed each other as good mates after i had promissed to give him a call.

I gave a try several time but hang off before he answered and nothing ... I couldn't do that,I preferred to keep the memory of the handsome 25 year old young man who wanted to marry a woman he barely knew, me.

What would have you done?

Jessmahule

Two sweet young men had been selcted too. After the trader's call, I rang one of them.

I am meeting the « illustrator » today. Our phone discussion sounded quite natural, he had the same family name as one of my english teacher at secondary school, i used this coincidence as an introducing tool.

« I bet you are from Mister D's family, aren't you? »

« no i don't think so, this is a real coincidence, i have no teacher amoung my relatives »

We felt at easy very quickly.

"What about a walk in Paris? I love Place des Tertres in the 18 ème."

I didn't want to be caught walking side by side with him, i wouldn't be at ease walking in parisian streets with a 25 year old man. Four years difference meant a lot for me.

I feared people' judgement, i felt like a cheating person, an old lady taking advantage on a young man. At this period of my life, i used to have my african way of thinking. For me it was right to see a man older than his wife, not the other way.

He was waiting for an answer, any proposal so i said in a shy voice:

« Why not a diner at my place just you and me? »

Even today i am realising how crazy it was to invite a stranger at my place, any « darling » hiding behing a phone could change in a very dangerous one after all.

« Oh yes, good idea. So we arranged a rendez vous at 8 pm in the house where i used to live at french friends of mine. Remenber, those friends who tried to find my firt date.

I dressed very simply, it is bad to over dress when you are the hostess.At 8 the door bell rang, i saw a young, tall, slim walking shyly on the lane.

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By jessmahule

Why not him? I quickly felt desapointed. On the phone a harsh unfriendly voice. He was very clear: he knew I was a black woman or a woman of "color" as he put it but he wanted to clearly determine the percentage of my blackness.

"Are you really very black or fair-skinned? You understand, as a girl from west indies, that would be easier for my business"

He was really starting to ennoy me; "listen, have you red my ad? i guess you knew i was black. I didn't say i was from west indies.

I did he replied

Then why do you send a letter to bother me and waste my time?

"You know I am not against coloured people, but I am a trader, and if you marry me we will have to work together you know and customers are sometimes difficult ..."

"Well sir, I am not looking for an employer or business associate, I do not want to work with you so we should stop wasting our time.

It took ten minutes and some money, a wasted Saturday.

No problem i still have the other letters...

Why not him? I quickly felt desapointed. On the phone a voice harsh unfriendly voice. He was very clear: he knew I was a black woman or a woman of "color" as he put it but he wanted to clearly determine the percentage of my blackness.

"Are really very black or fair-skinned? You understand, as a girl from west indies, that would be easier for my business"

He was really starting to ennoy me; "listen, have you red my ad? i guess you knew as was black. I didn't say i was from west indies.

I did

then why do you send a letter to bother me and waste my time?

"You know I am not against coloured people, but I am a trader, and if you marry me we will have to work together you know and customers are sometimes difficult ..."

"Well sir, I am not looking for an employer or business associate, I do not want to work with you so we should stop wasting our time.

It took ten minutes and some money, a wasted Saturday.

No problem i still have the other letters...

I am fashion addicted. Beside collecting hats, shoes, jewels, hand bags....; i also collect magazines...

My husband i found qith an ad is desperate but passion is passion and i can't stop collecting , accumulating stuff...

This is from a magazine, a fantastic dress designed by JOSE CASTRO

Now, i had selected few, i red again and again, i made small files about each preselected. Better to remember who you are writing to or giving a call.

Here we are. I started with my calls: not easy at all,
How can you take your phone, dial the number of a stranger and say

Hi! it is me, you answered my ad, you have been preselected,how about a date with me and bla bla bla. Sure it is very difficult and may even be embarrassing. But i put an AD in a newspaper so there no way to hesitate now.

Sending a letter is much easier but meeting a few quickly is good too. So, here we go

A good breath, a very nice voice like an operator, with a firm and soft voice at a time, a friendly tone.

I nicknamed my first date « the salesman »

A very casual man, with very clear objectives, running his own business with grown up children;

by jessmahule

I said i won't but i couldn't help so here is the entire picture. She is soooooooooooooo pretty!

That is one of my "let me see" game. Wherever i go, in the street, at a party, at a wedding.... i ask ladies to show me their jewels, their shoes or whatever...

Here a guest's red shoe, at a birthday party. She herself is very very beautiful i will show the shoe only.

Bye for now.

Well i will skip reading the other letters. What you have to know is that there were a few artistic ones, funny,weird one too.I selected eleven out of 47, some interviewed by phone and i answered back to the others.

My first letter was the same for each of them

I am tall, black of african descent, i could be Grace john and not willing to undergo a plastic surgery. I love dancing, cooking, reading, i collect stamps, books, jewels and handbags, blabla bla..;;

I am non smoker and i am looking for a non smoking man, who doesn't fear to show his feeling.... and will never be rude to me.

I sent it to those selected to receive a letter and settled to giving phone calls to the others.

Here begins the real story.

Letter 3

Tall and strong:1,95, 110 kgs, red heard. He Has a good position. He is teaching in a training school. He was now looking for someone to share his hobbies and his life. he would be 48 in july.

He is looking for a simple life with a trustful woman....

He was ready to meet me in case i choose him.

Letter one is a very long letter so i am not translating, only a sum up.

He was writing an ad to sell his car when he came across mine which he found full of innocence and open minded.

He would be 39 (of that year of course),red hair, 1,84 cm, 77 kgs(I let you find out what is in english), a little bit bald headed, somehow smart and non smoking. That is very important to him and me too.

He loves cooking, movies, gardening, traveling.

He will soon inherit his father's delicatessen trade. He lives with his mother and now he is looking for a passionate life with a lady and i must let you know that he loves great britain.

Letter two
Quite short so i'll try to translate.

Hello,

I am Pierre Jean, 43, 1,83, 88 kgs, dark heard man,non smoking and i wear spectacles.

I am simple,cool, open minded.

Qualities:trustful, hard working

My only failures: easily offended and not very communicative.

I thnik we should meet to know each other more.

Here is my phone number.

New letter summary coming. soon......

Jessmahule

Here are few among the 47 letters i received as feed backs of my Ad.

I scan them for you and will then sumarise them. Rewriting them in english will take very long.

We were at the beginning of march 1992. My first date was the post office man. I was so excited to see what would come out off my Ad and eager to see how many men would be interested in my honest proposal.

Here we are! someone at the gate. The post man. A huge envelop in his hand. I grabbed it, thanks quickly and disappeared in my bedroom.

My goodness; fourty seven letters at a time. Crazy, i couldn't believe it. So there are men out there also looking for their wife.

I was so nervous and excited at the same time.How am i going to do my selection, how do i know which one is the good one, without making the bad choice.

It seemed to me that i was acting in a movie; Acting as an employer, starting a selection before job interviews. Then i will become the employee as i will have to "sell" myself too, in order to allow those men to know me better and be willing to meet me.

A very hard task.

That was an interactive game in which every player tries to do his best to win.

Fourty seven letters! i could have waited for more letters but i didn't want to be caught at my own game; Fourty seven was enough to selection few.

Better choose now what you hold than expect more letters probably coming.

So i settled to reading my letters.

I will share few with you.

Here is how this project very close to my heart began fifteen years ago before i found my husband. Everyone close to me knew i didn't want any one-day -affair or short relationships; i was 32 and thought it was high time to settle in a family life.

They were all ready to help me achieve my project.

First attempts wa a rendez vous arranged by friends at their place one wednesday evening: something like a romantic diner, very eclectic. My friends were both actress and writer and their friend a "famous to be musician." ( He never become famous to my knowing anyhow)

So i made myself at home; i cooled diner with wine, desert and stuff like that. then i made a took a music lesson so as to be able to make a difference between Mozart or whatever great known musician.That was not a real pleasure at his time, i was just coming from my country and knew seldom about classicals.

But i wante to mmet this man and if i should take part in conversation, then i had to make a little effort.

Sevan PM: the door bell rang, I opened to let him get in. An apparentlyly very charming man, no real sex appeal, but very funny and helpful. He was always first to hand salt or pepper or to pour wine when my glass is empty. he helped in the kitchen when everybody stayed sitted.

Very charming but not blond with blue eyes. I used to prefer blond boys with blue eye, don't ask me why, i have no answer to that.

So everything had gone perfect, i was happy to have the opportunity to meet that caretaking, non smoking and funny man, honestly i didn't shrill but i thought he could be a good husband. I remained courteous till 11 PM, he finally decided to leave with the promiss to take me to a concert very soon.

The next day, i heard my friend's husband how pretentious the guy was. he was boasting like a cock. according to his saying, i was much more fond of him than he really was himself.

"she is done, i only have to whistle and she will run after me"

My god, i was very upset and so wa my friends. As i didn't want to break a long time friendship, i preferred to avoid this man and decided to find my husband on my own.

That is how my ad ended up in one of the major parisian's newspapers'matrimonial service.

I just had to wait and see...

"Young lady, nice and good looking, simple, love outing and to travel, looking for a nice, caretaking, non smoking and not racist to marry"

That is how it all started fifteen year ago.

Don't misread this ad is 15 years over now. This is just the story about how i picked my husband up in a newspaper.

I am not searching any longer. i have found my romeo

"Young lady, nice and good looking, simple, love outing and to travel, looking for a nice, caretaking, non smoking and not racist to marry"

That is how it all started fifteen year ago.

Don't misread this ad is 15 years over now. This is just the story about how i picked my husband up in a newspaper.

I am not searching any longer. i have found my romeo