N.B.: Yesterday I posted four times, to make up for recent lapses. I am now officially caught up. The veritable orgy of blogging exhausted me, but I seem to have recovered.
The problem with having sex with a French person is that the French word for “yeah” (“ouais”) sounds exactly like the English word “wait,” just without the final “t,” which one might leave off anyway if sufficiently distracted.
In the throes of passion, the course of action one takes upon hearing “yeah” is very, very different from the course of action one takes upon hearing “wait.”
Luckily, the glamor one feels sleeping with a French person is more than enough to make up for any momentary awkwardness.