l'amour au banlieu de france

I decided a while back that I was going to shy away from relationship discussion. For this instance I have changed my mind. I’m not going to write an irate review of the opposite sex. Instead, I am going to tell a story as constructive criticism for all. It goes hand and hand with a Mark Driscoll video uploaded about how men have the potential to be cowards. Now, I never said men are cowards. I just think this story is testimony to what will happen if people choose to fart around in the field.

So once upon a time there was a country named France. And there were men that were native to this country. They were enjoying the good French life of baguettes and cigarettes, until many of them became enticed by foreigners that came to their country. They began a feverish pursuit for these exotic beauties that would come from far away lands to vacation and enjoy the romantic French culture. They had a gay old time drinking wine by the Seine, going for long moped rides with their lovers and running out of gas far from home and picnicking and making out near the Eiffel tower.

In the meantime, their French female counterparts started to wonder what was wrong with the men from their country. They began to get impatient and annoyed with the men’s silly games. They didn’t have to play 2nd fiddle to loose women from far away lands.

During this time, there were many men from across a channel in the country of England. They decided one day to take the train to their neighbouring country, France, and discover hidden adventures that awaited their arrival. Upon stepping foot on French soil, they discovered love starved French women in all of their prowess. They swept them off their feet and took them back across the channel where they lived happily ever after for the most part.

Meanwhile the French men became sick of the pursuit of unattainable, unrealistic and inconsistent foreigners. They came home from their gallivants around the country and returned to their villages to discover that in fact all of the women that they were excited to kindle true love with had in fact been snatched in the night. The French men threw baguettes in the streets and kicked the gypsies when they walked by.

This story is translated from the original French version told by a very dear friend of mine who has a daughter who married an English bloke and moved to England. As much as gross exaggerations are gross, there is an element of truth to it as I encountered living proof of the situation.

The moral of this story is multi-faceted. If you’re a female that feels like a French woman, don’t worry there is hope and don't act impatient. If you’re a French man, wake up and smell the French Roast. If you’re a British dude, you sly dog.