Totally Frenched Out

From the blogger formerly known as Samdebretagne

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Even though I practically had a nuit blanche last night, I did not actually get around to attending any nuit blanche activities. I went to an apéro at Veronica's house and ended up staying into the wee hours of the night. Her parties are always so much fun, and usually involve some kind of game, last night's being Loup Garou.

But there was some confusion about how late the metro was actually running, so people eventually started heading out, and I was faced with a decision - should I be responsible and head home at a fairly decent time, or hold out for the Frenchies who were on the way? Since I always complain about not speaking French anymore (and the Frenchies in question were en principe young, eligible men), I decided to stick it out. And thus began a two-hour long conversation with probably the most ignorant Frenchman I've ever met. I honestly hope for his sake that it was the alcohol talking last night. This guy, who was supposedly supposed to be hitting on me, kept throwing out shit like "I hate the US and all Americans" or "In my opinion, there's New York City and then the rest of the country is just a bunch of hicks." Followed by "Oh my God, you're just like my sister, you're so chiante". Right.....

It was actually funny in a way because the guy was just so damn ridiculous I couldn't help but laugh at the idiotic things coming out of his mouth. On top of that, in between his ever-so-enlightened comments, I was getting jabs from Jasmin & Veronica, saying "But just think about the angry sex you two would have!!" Thanks ladies. Later on in the night, he tried to redeem himself by saying "No, come on, I don't really hate the US, I was just saying that because you were pissing me off" - cuz that's a good excuse. After which he proceeded to ring the neighbor's doorbell at 3:30 in the morning. And then he ran away once we exited the building, leaving me alone in an unfamiliar neighborhood, stuck finding a way home by myself. Classy stuff, I'm telling you.

And y'all are wondering why I'm still single....

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9 Comments:

Blogger Oneika said...

Ohmigosh, how totally annoying!!!
And disheartening. I thought that Frenchmen were supposed to be romantic...?!? le sigh.

I've been reading for a while now; stumbled upon your blog and have been an avid reader ever since. Your blog is so entertaining and you writing is great! I remember you from the assistants website, I am glad to know that you are doing so well in Paris. You go girl!!!

October 5, 2008 at 5:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Quel con! Poor you stuck with him for two hours! Hope you made it home without problem :-)

October 5, 2008 at 7:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

He rang the neighbours doorbell? What is he, like 15? What a dick.

I'm not so sure how good angry sex would be actually...lol.

October 5, 2008 at 8:29 PM  
Blogger Crystal said...

lol...if that guy had talked like that to me, I would have thrown back all my negative thoughts about France...the French have a hard time taking criticism about their own country, but they sure can dish it out about others!

October 6, 2008 at 9:29 AM  
Blogger wcs said...

Sounds like the french equivalent of the american nut job that came up with "freedom fries."

Yes, we all hate each other so fondly. I think it's all just a manifestation of an inferiority complex, on both sides.

Thank goodness for wine.

October 6, 2008 at 9:36 AM  
Blogger The Un-Ashtangi said...

I'm pretty sure I took a more diplomatic approach by saying "kiss and make-up" which you refused to translate into French for me ;)

October 6, 2008 at 12:57 PM  
Blogger Jadie said...

i´m thinking you´d best refuse such provocative company. never mind about the ride home...this is simply too demoralizing, entirely too much negativity for this time in your life. what a rat. my condolences...

October 7, 2008 at 4:01 AM  
Blogger Ksam said...

What pissed me off the most is when he started insulting V-town, saying that it was "industrial". V-town is chez moi and it's a beautiful city (and in no way industrial). But yet he was all "V-town is just like St Nazaire" blah blah blah.

It was a catch-22 situation, because he was so dumb that there was no use in arguing with him, but on the other hand, what he was saying was so wrong & idiotic that I couldn't help myself.

October 7, 2008 at 10:17 AM  
Blogger Mickael said...

ok, but was he hot?

October 7, 2008 at 9:49 PM  

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