JamRocking in Paris III- "So, you the Baby Daddy or what?!"

I am waddling down the street with watermelon protruding in the Châtelet area. I spy a group of men in front of the mall. I rub my belly, relieved. No more being harassed, whistled at or greeted in ginal and brazen flirtation. I had my watermelon to thank for that. Or so I thought.

As I approach the group, the young man facing me dons a big smile, eyes checking me up and down and mouth moving to some rhythm I fail to figure out(being pregnant also makes one clumsy, forgetful, but also terribly 'slow' at times) - huh?! As I pass him, he turns to me and continues the sweet talk my pregnant ears cannot fathom. I shake my head in dismay as I pass him and still he continues, turning to watch me pass. I guess men will always be men. How horrible does this sentence sound?! I mean, I’m always the one to condemn stereotypes and gross generalisations however, it is true that men and women are different beings from completely different worlds. I don’t know if it’s Mars vs. Venus or whatever, but we all know that we just don’t think in the same way – or with the same body part.

Speaking of body parts: last week for example, I noticed the furtive glances I was getting from men at the sight of nature’s generosity in preparing the bosom for nurturing and I was amused at the different reactions – which also shows how men themselves are different (obviously, no one man can be the same, though it’s well known that the gross majority of this specie do act alike – wow another stereotype!!! lol). For instance some men, upon seeing me, look into my eyes, then at my breasts, um chest, and then as I pass, at my ass, um pardon me – at my posterior, without a care (you may ask how I know that they are looking at my behind once I have passed – just trust me – you KNOW!); other men look first into my eyes then at my chest then once they spot the belly – they quickly turn away (in shame for some, in disappointed for others as Guillaume rightly corrected me); others look into my eyes, then at my chest and then the belly and then back at the chest (I guess those are the ones who don’t really care about the package in its entirety – just that one body part) and finally there’re those who act like they don’t see me at all, then as I pass you see them staring at my behind as if they’d never seen one before (these are the sworn in bum-watchers who cannot help their eyes from straying and their tongue from hanging after all women who come their way – pregnant or not, slim or fat, old or young) It’s all about the body part!

So I take the escalator to meet up with my girlfriend Adeomi and as I accompany her from store to store, I tell her about the group outside and she too observes and confirms my theory about men and body parts. After an hour or two of walking around and finding the H&M maternity section as disappointing as the Gap’s we’d visited two weeks ago, we decide to give up on finding any nice and comfortable cotton brassieres or fun maternity clothes; we take a break in the Quick (French McDonald’s) to make a quick run to the ladies room. As I come back from the bathroom and sit waiting for Adeomi, yet another gawking, tongue hanging, body-part seeker comes and smiles down on me. I couldn’t help but double over in laughter as Adeomi emerges from the bathroom and on seeing what was happening asks me in her Trini accent: “What, he tink he de baby father?”

I look at her and smile and say: “Hey that’s a good question! Next time, I’ll ask them just that: “Alors, c’est toi le papa ou quoi?”

Some pix of me last week: at 4 months

Some sports for the soul:

ready in Jamaica gear: for strength!! lol





Guillaume representing Ja too : boasting Red Stripe for the road!

After the run - posing in the georgous garden infront of our apt

My personal trainer!

Pictures taken yesterday at Kamal's Gazal opening (with Guillaume's MBA pals):


My friend Maya - visitng from the USA and me

Maya sporting Gazal Has Been t-shirt!! But of course Guillaume is no Has Been, thank you!!


Now, is Tarik really has been?

Kamal, CEO of Gazal

Gee and I, out on the town with Maya, Claudia and Bruno