Dumped French President Falls For Femme Fatale

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Fatal Attraction In Paris? Supermodel Also Known As Man-Eater

My friend Monsieur Henri once remarked that you cannot be called French unless your wife has betrayed you. After all, Napoleon conquered all of Europe but he could not conquer his wife Josephine’s heart, mind or soul. Lost love makes men do stupid things, like attack Russia.

Two months after winning the French presidency in a landslide victory wife Cecilia, a statuesque beauty, dumped Nicholas Sarkozy like a dutiful French wife and proved to all of France that, contrary to his own doubts, he is real French after all. According to tabloids in the land of liberty fries Nick’s Hungarian blood is not taking the dumpster in stride, and he’s been running around to prove that women want him too. There comes along model Carla Bruni, aka man-eater, or an Italian femme fatale as the French would have it. Carla is not only beautiful, and heir to a big fortune, but she also sings and writes poetry, presumably for her victims.

Bruni’s mother told Italy’s La Stampa that Sarkozy is in love with her daughter and has already proposed marriage. French commentators have stated that Sarkozy wants to divert attention from his political troubles at home. To some European tabloids amused by the romance this is nothing but a fling that shows Sarkozy’s need for approval after being dumped.

French women have driven a lot of guys into black holes of despair or whirlpools of confused philosophy, like Sartre and his existentialist thought, who often cannot understand themselves what they are talking about. They have weaved a mystique around women which, to us pragmatic Norte Americanos, is as simple as going to McDonald’s for a Big Mac and liberty fries after dinner in a French restaurant. "You’ve been dumped Nickie, and you’re on the rebound."

As the New Year’s Eve and zero hour for the proverbial kiss are fast approaching, will Nicholas pop the real question that counts: voulez-vous coucher avec moi, avec moi? Looking at Carla’s pictures, I wouldn’t wait.