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Une soirée à Neuilly.

The Ninja took me to his friend’s soirée on Friday evening as a way to get away from the insane pressure at work. It was a welcome break from a mad week of corporate politics.

This was the politics of partying.

Anaïs x

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The theme of the soirée was black and white. For the men. The women always do as they please.

My Ninja wore his Savile Row tux. It’s the first thing he packs wherever he travels. In France it’s less formal but Friday’s soirée gave him a chance to feel sexy and at ease.

Anaïs x

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A cigar is just a cigar….

Harmless flirting never hurt anyone at these sort of care-free Neuilly soirées.

Which is why when I bummed a cigar off my Ninja it sent the wrong kind of signal to the mature rotund gentleman, an Italian diplomat, I was talking to when he dropped his wine glass out some nervous tick. I think he cast a nervous glance at his wife who had dagger eyes….mmmm, now she was a handsome woman.

Anaïs x







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Vendredi soir avec des amis….une soirée à Neuilly.

A friend of my Ninja has the gift of mingling interesting people from different walks of life. This is what I love about living here in Paris you never know who you will run into.

The surprise of the evening was meeting a long lost French friend with whom I was at international school with in Norway many many years ago where our fathers were posted.

It was a surreal moment to meet Emmanuelle again. Even more surreal to see her flirt with my Ninja.

Anaïs x







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Emmanuelle. Une diablesse.

A she-wolf never changes her colours. She once seduced one of my brothers at school and broke his heart. It hurt a lot at the time. I was just a powerless little girl playing tomboy, I knew nothing of lethal feminine wiles at the time.

Looking at her now I realised we shared many character traits. She was a man-eater. The fawning old politician on her arm told me all I needed to know.

But the difference between us is that I have a troubling conscience that really does guide me through moral predicaments. She didn’t and from what I could see, doesn’t. 

It repelled me as well as excited me. Was she a woman eater as much as I knew she was a man eater?

I didn’t want to take a chance to find out. We met. We circled each other. We jousted without grazing each other. We were playful without revealing our true thoughts. A few perfunctory air kisses and a vague promise to do lunch and we were done.

But something tells me I will bump into Emmanuelle later for Paris is a small world.

Anaïs x

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Emmanuelle I had known as a 16 year old girl and was three years above me. A lifetime in school years.We were never close nor did we hang out. Our families went to church together. She always looked the good Catholic girl except she really was sneaking off with the boys and smoking weed and cigarettes. I remained the goody two shoes….hmmm.
So it was surreal at first to strike up a conversation that wasn’t airy or just going through the motions, as the saying goes.
I have never been lost for words but this took some effort. My Ninja just giggled at my initial discomfort with that mischievous glint he has on his lips. Bastard :)
Anaïs x

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Emmanuelle I had known as a 16 year old girl and was three years above me. A lifetime in school years.We were never close nor did we hang out. Our families went to church together. She always looked the good Catholic girl except she really was sneaking off with the boys and smoking weed and cigarettes. I remained the goody two shoes….hmmm.

So it was surreal at first to strike up a conversation that wasn’t airy or just going through the motions, as the saying goes.

I have never been lost for words but this took some effort. My Ninja just giggled at my initial discomfort with that mischievous glint he has on his lips. Bastard :)

Anaïs x

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Kindred spirits….of a sort.

I pondered on why Emmanuelle disturbed my usual sangfroid.

Perhaps because I remember her as a school girl above me in years who seemed opposite to me (she a sexual wild child and I a carefree tomboy) but deep down we had the same restless spirit and a curiosity for the world and limitless horizons. Except she seemed to lack a moral centre - or so it seemed to me. She seemed from my limited observations as a hard bitten girl who was determined to get away with everything. She had a gift for using boys and even grown men. She seemed too cruel and perhaps even callous.

I think she disturbed me because she didn’t seem to have limits. That realisation was not a mark against her but a cold dose of reality that I had limits and for someone who professed to follow her curiosity wherever it led it was a little troubling. She boldly embodied a Darwinian spirit in terms of her self-interested desires being paramount. She had no time for weakness or self-pity. In an unfair patriarchal world she was determined to bend the world to her needs.

As much as repelled me I was also drawn to her. I admired her candid restless spirit and the way she used her feminine wiles (the means and not the ends). She hid her obvious intelligence well in a way not to threaten men (clever girl) and her graceful charm was disarming to all. 

We seemed to be kindred spirits but with different shades of gray. I know this because her eyes lit up in approval as we engaged each other with rapier wit and a ‘knowingness’ camouflaged in our delicate words around the smart but witless men around us.

Much later I realised the main difference between us was that I had love in my life in the form of my Ninja. She only ever loved herself, or so it seemed to me. As we went home I looked at my Ninja and realised he was more than my husband and best friend and muse but also a moral anchor. That was a comforting realisation.

Life has gotten very interesting indeed…

Anaïs x







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What I love about these kind of serious soirées is that they are not flaky arty affairs. People display their best assets.

If they are diplomats they really have cultural insight through funny anecdotes. If they are academics then they wow you with their research interests. If they are journalists, they give you some insider gossip on a breaking international political story. And if they are politicians, then there really could be a vacancy for a mistress :)

This is my Ninja’s world.

And as he ‘worked the room’ as he put it, I could see why he was good at what he does.

Anaïs x

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When cats and champagne don’t mix….

I enjoyed the soirée of my Ninja’s friend very much.

It was late and I was horny. For my Ninja.

Anaïs x

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I don’t have to worry about my Ninja. I know he can handle a she-wolf like Emmanuelle. Besides he still had Versailles Girl on the brain :)

Anaïs x







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The mark of the beast. The mark of Emmanuelle.

My thoughts went back to the weekend soirée in Neuilly where we met Emmanuelle again after many years since our school days.

Watching my Ninja and Emmanuelle together joust in witty and smart conversation that evening turned me on as much as it left me a little cold.

Looking at the two of them at the time I wondered if Emmanuelle had met her match or if the Ninja had met his. Worse still, had I met mine?

It was a thrilling challenge. Life just got very interesting indeed.

Anaïs x

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