What is it about French men that makes them believe it's necessary or appropriate to transcend all boundaries of the standard English Etiquette in romance? The somewhat charming presumption that a girl (a polite, friendly one serving them from behind a busy counter in a generic coffee shop) might care to join two strange, young Parisians for a drink, and "perhaps dinner?" bewilders me.
Luckily, today I played it cool and didn't go for the flustered and later cringe-worthy response of "uhhmm well, sorry, actually, uhhhmm, no, well I kind of, uhmmm have a boyfriend so NO, but uhhm, have fun though, uhhm, I guess...".
Instead, I wisely opted for the "Ahhh, sorry guys. I already have plans, though I have no doubts you'll enjoy your evening in our fabulous city. Good Bye."
I'll admit, it was flattering. But we girls gotta try to preserve that all too precious image of the Elusive English Woman we've been cultivating for centuries. Right?
So am I, even in the most trivial of form, a worthy ambassador for our Great British Youth?
Blates am, innit. ;)
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