Ok... I had to rush home and write this one up. In earlier emails, I mentioned that French men are somewhat less masculine than some might hope. I was being glib. Yes, there is an overly-obvious amount of pretty boys here, balanced off with prissy, ascot wearing academics. Yes, it is true that I could find nothing but pink argyle, eggplant and mint green sweaters at the local H&M. Puce is apparently the new black. But tonight I had final confirmation that French men are in fact weenies. As I sat by the window of one of the local restaurants enjoying my steak parmesan (side note... when in a French restaurant, order French food... My steak parmesan was actually listed on the menu as Cajun steak. Somebody in this country needs to take a trip to New Orleans). Anyhow... I digress... as I sat by the window, I watched a middle aged couple that had been enjoying a glass of wine on the terrace. They stood... secured their scarves... donned their helmets and headed towards the street. At which point, the woman kick-started her 'ride' (ok.. she pushed the start button) and then the man, after securing his sacoche (let's call it a murse or man-bag - sacoche sounds so faggy) confidently placed himself on the back of her MOPED. You will not here me speak of this again. My point is made. My confidence is boosted. I will rock in this city! Unless, that is, French woman like this?
Sorry there is no pic. I'm cursing myself for not carrying my camera everywhere that I go, but I really didn't think that something pic-worthy could happen within two blocks of my house.
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There's no shame in a dude riding on the "bitch seat". hahahah. Ok, ya there is...
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