Some of you have heard my stories about the - ah - "directness" - of Italian men (and increasing proportionally with age. which i guess makes sense - i suppose they are running out of time.) In any case, as though the French knew these stories and needed to defend their "romantic" reputqtion in the face of such strong international competition, on my very first day, two old french dudes tried out their moves.
The first dude classifies definitely as a "dude", at least in his mind; About 45, long blond hair in a ponytail, denim shorts. Approaches me on the beach and initiates conversation; entirely undeterred by my caveman french; finally asks if he might "accompany" me here on the beach. My response? Well .... uh, uh ... not to be rude, but, well of course you can sit anywhere you want, but i have to read, uh .... all this. "All this," however, constituted the contractual offerings for a host of cell phone carriers here in France.
And ... that's how i became an expert in the french telecom industry.
The second "dude" might have been a bit beyond official the "dude" stage, but he wins points for trying: Age, 79.
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