Où est la bibliothèque?! Part 4
They say that French is the language of love….
Well let me be the first to tell you, it’s also the language of total confusion!
For most people, flirting is hard enough in their own language. It’s ever harder in your second language, especially when you have yet to grasp the nuances of the language, and figure out the different ways people interact with each other in a foreign country.
According to the other girls here, they have all recieved pretty much the same text message off different French boys the morning after meeting them out. The messages are usually in English, and the line is, and I quote:
Can I come to sleep in your bed tonight?
Now, I’ve always been one for subtly. And for… you know… actually having a conversation with someone before even dreaming of trying the above!! I like to give these guys the benefit of the doubt, and assume that they send those messages because they don’t have the best grasp of English.
But I digress. When you’re on your own turf, and you’re texting someone, you can usually figure out if someone is flirting or not, from the jokes they make to the smilies they use. But everything is different here, and people aren’t flirting when they text certain things, they’re just being French!
First the broken gaydar, now the language barrier… At least I have my giant dictionary to spend quality time with!
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