Sunday, October 26, 2014

And Now a Break from Our Regularly-Scheduled Programming

Jean-Pierre Oohlala
OK, before we start talking cheese, I just need to say one thing: The French are GORGEOUS.  Even the ugly people are pretty.  All the women are beautiful and the all the men are beautifuler.  And as if that weren't enough, French men love women.  Up to, and including, middle-aged women.  There is no such thing as a "cougar" in France, ladies.  40 and 50-somethings are doing serious smackdown with 20 and 30-somethings for a city-full of Ashton Kutchers.  Men walk by you on the street (I'm not talking about the hard-hat-and-metal-lunchbox variety here, either), give you a sideways glance with tilted and ever so slightly stubbled chin...purse their voluptuous Parisian lips...and (lord, please don't let me trip on a cobblestone!) send an air kiss while flirtatiously raising a single eyebrow.  Yes - simultaneously.  Yes - at YOU.  Be still, mon coeur.   

Now what were we talking about?