I met a Frenchman today and expressed to him my fascination with Paris. He encouraged me to visit his country with the following reason.
According to him, in France an average man gets to have seven women, and often five of them are knockouts and the other two are plain ugly.
He then wittily offered to confer two of his ugly ones to me out of goodwill. I told him if that was the case I believe I might just find the ugly ones beautiful by my standards (like there is such a thing as ugly Frenchwomen). The man expressed his touché by raising his hands and eyebrows as only the French could do, and said, "Are you a philosopher?"
Oui monsieur, comme vous, je pense à de belles femmes toujours.
Labels: French, just thinking, philosophy, women