Tuesday, 18 November 2014

When a Frenchman cancels a date

I got this question in my analytics so I thought I'd answer it.

When a Frenchman cancels a date, it can mean different things according to how the cancelling is done. Let's look at a few examples below. As you see they go progressively from WTF to oh honey that's okay.

The no show, answer to your text cancellation
He's 40 minutes late. You're pissed off. You send him a text:
Where are you?
He answers: Sorry, got stuck helping a friend move. Still not finished :(
You write back: What about our date?
He answers: Maybe tomorrow?

The last-minute, no reason cancellation by text
You're just finishing making dinner and you're expecting your Frenchman any minute. When a text comes in:
I'm not going to be able to make it. Sorry :( Another time! Bizzzz

The morning of, I forgot cancellation by text
You're in the metro thinking about what you're going to wear for your date that evening. When a text comes in:
About tonight, I totally forget I said I would take my cousin to Ikea :(( Next week instead? Gros bisous :)))

The night before, I'm sick cancellation by text
You're just about to get an early night when a text comes in:
Honey, I can't believe I got the flu :( I really really want to see you tomorrow but I feel really out of it. Do you mind if we say this weekend? I'll take you out for dinner to make it up to you :))) Gros gros gros bisous :)) 

The night before, I have to work cancellation by phone
You're on the way home when your phone rings:
Baby, I hate to do this but my boss asked me to work late tomorrow night. I told him I had plans and he didn't give two hoots. Can I come over and make breakfast for you Saturday morning? I can't wait to see you.


Datea x

Saturday, 25 October 2014

Annoying Frenchmen

This morning, I was walking down the street and this French guy comes out of his apartment block and practically walks into me. No, let me rephrase that, he took up the space that he presumed was rightfully his on the sidewalk and too bad that I was on it I guess. To add to this, he was wearing sunglasses (at 8am when it was still a bit dark) and earphones so he was oblivious to my tutting.

I made my way to the bus stop and what do you know, the same French guy reappears, and naturally he chooses to stand where I'm standing. And I mean literally. He comes to stand right in front of me, so close that I have to move out of the way. At that point, I wondered if I was invisible or something.

At one point, a girl in a shortish skirt and opaque tights makes her way to the bus stop and the French guy openly oggles her. She gives him a dirty look. I want to high five her but I keep my cool. 

When the bus comes, the French guy makes sure he's first on the bus, brushing past everyone else, even though he was one of the last people in the pseudo queue. Of course, he takes the last seat instead of offering it to the old lady next to him.

Very, very annoying. And very frustrating to feel like saying something is not an option. Give me a true gentleman anytime.


Datea x