Les baisers, les dragueurs, s’embrasser … mon dieu!

So I’m back from France.
Where I took classes in French.
For those who didn’t know how it worked…aka probably most of you…this is how it worked. Class started at 8:45 and goes to 12:45, which means four hours [yay four solid hours of French class?] XD the first two hours are grammar [WITH PIERRE, WHAT A COOL GUY] and the second two hours for communication/speaking/oral with Isabelle.
On Thursday, the second last day of class, Isabelle arrived and told us that “aujourd’hui, nous parlerons de L’AMOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRR.” Then she proceeded to give us a bunch of vocabulary words. Erm. OF ALL SORTS. REGARDING AMOUR. FRENCH AMOUR. Let’s just leave it at that.
Then she split the class of ten up so we had two groups of five discussing amour [in case you haven't caught on by now, amour means love]. My group had:
- The coolest person you’ll ever meet = me
- Brazilian guy with nasal accent = Nelson
- German guy that coughSOMEONEcough likes, except that he’s too short… = Thomas
- Spanish slash Catalan guy that chews pens = Xavier
- Italian girl who is very sensible = Francesca
In case you haven’t noticed, my group was comprised mainly of guys. I do not talk during class because the level of my French is wayyyyy below that of the other students. So, as you can see, there were basically three guys vs one girl. And obviously guys and girls have different ideas on amour. The conversation boiled down in the end to a “guy talk” while Francesca tried to interject now and then. It was slightly appalling.
We were discussing whether it is possible for a friendship to exist between a guy and a girl without anything else on top of it v__v so clearly different ideas come up, and, like I said, it was shocking. I don’t even understand how some of it managed to slip out of those three guys’ mouths, because, honestly, I think they forgot Francesca and I were present.
Thomas said no. Because when there’s a “friendship”, the guy is always going to push and see how far the girl will take it before killing him. Basically my interpretation. He was like “on doit toujours essayer, hein?” Nelson agreed, and then said something along the lines of him having sex with a friend and they’re still friends and they were never anything more and I was just sitting there going WTF and WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS.
Francesca now interjects with her girl comment, saying it’s inevitable except when there’s a distance between the two, either physically [which kind of renders things difficult] or mentally. Her example was that she had a really close guy friend with whom she talked a lot, but nothing else happened because he talked too much. Too talkative and therefore slightly annoying. And that was there “distance” that prevented anything else from happening. Nelson said “well, yes, but the guy was probably thinking of something…” and then Francesca was like “REALLY? Nooooo…” to which Xavier responded “well yes, he was talking to her, wasn’t he?”
The implications of that question, obviously, is that you can’t carry on a conversation with a guy without that crossing his mind, which I find unhappyful.
Thomas then says “well maybe because Francesca’s Italian. Italian guys are a lot more flirtatious slash do a lot more picking up of girls than German guys! Like in Germany, you can play tennis with a girl and then be done. In Italy, after playing tennis, either they go back to the guy’s house or back to the girl’s house…” to which Nelson asks “ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T THINK OF IT AT LEAST? I mean…short skirts…” at which point I started dying and crying inside and was like WHY AM I SITTING HERE and THIS IS SO AWKWARD and THESE ARE UNIVERSITY GUYS THEY SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO BE SAYING THESE THINGS.
Yeah.
I love France.