Also, in the spirit of full disclosure, I spent a memorable July evening shooting off Bastille Day fireworks with a French model. That was one very happy summer.
There really is -something- or should I say, a certain je ne sais quoi about French women. I almost needed a 12 step program. That woman had a hold on me. I’m over it now though. I never even think about it, never.
Freaking Bastille day. I’ll just have some Wild Turkey 101 and move on. That is, I would if i missed her. And you can see, I don’t miss her at all. Nope... not a bit.
If you understand French, listen to Stephane Edouard of Hommes d’Influence , and he will demystify you the French woman quick.