The French women here are very, very, breathtakingly hot.
Like, Maxim hot. I see girls that look like Megan Fox but with blonde hair over here everywhere, and they're like, serving you wine at the restaurants, working as your uncle's maid (!!), or giftwrapping your cigars in some shithole mini shopping plaza (everything's mini here, the cars, the beaches, the tits :-( ..). It would be abso-fuckin-tively fully awesome that the beaches here are topless, if there were any actual tops to fucking look at :((
There are only two absolute problems with this potential Dear Penthouse forum experience: 1) I don't speak a lick of French (unless the only thing said in this island was Un skunk LePeu! Then I'd be set), and they don't speak a lick of anything else (on some occassions, two or three english words they just barely manage to remember), and 2)
These girls are generally five-star, wicked-witch bitches when it comes to addressing or even making any type of eye contact or acknowledgement whatsoever with people they believe are tourist, or don't speak french.
How's that for warm natives?? Condescendingly looking down at your probably biggest and only source of income like that. Jesus Christ you wouldn't get as cold a reception if you poured two buckets of icewater into your nuts! And you always get a feeling that when you come into a place, like a store or a restaurant, they want you gone. I don't feel this kind of hostility even among the Puertoricans back home who think I'm American from first sight!!
I'm spending what possibly could be a week in my uncle's over here. A funny thing about my stays here: I have never seen it rain. I know it has to rain here, because this place is not arid. It just never happens when I'm around (I sure hope it's not because the french rain here is as stuck-up as the french girls
I'm here on both business and pleasure. I'm on the business of getting away from stressful situations with, "dramatic associates" at home, and on the pleasure of getting free mojitos and an magically delicious drink here known as the teapunch. Just wait till I show the waitresses here my special drink, the teabag, if those bitches can muster up the downright decency to take a 5-minute break from their Napoleon complex and get off their high horses to let someone who's name doesn't include the letters "Le" or "oux", talk to them.. In fact, I think if I was to have a shot around here, I should just change my name to "Le Oux". How's that for Frenchy. "Le Oux Baggette" over and out. Follow-up coming probably tomorrow night.
Just gotta let let the Pepto finish running it's course.....
~Thank God for family, especially family with money~
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