Ok so, for this post I have no pictures, but I wish I did. Here's why: a couple nights ago I went to a tango class on the cite universitaire campus. A friend at school told me about it, so I show up with another friend. Since my class goes until 6 (yup, still really hate that), we got there at around 8, even though it started at 7. Turns out we all but missed the beginners class and we are in the free dance part. Never fear! Because my friend was taught by her two friends from Guadalupe. So she gets one of them to dance with me and teach me a bit. So who does she bring to dance with me? Oh only the most beautiful man I have ever seen (besides Javi of course, but not actually, I mean this guy is so godly looking that is almost hard for me to be attracted to him, and by that I mean speak in his presence). So what is the natural reaction to dancing the tango with this man? Well maybe it would be cutely attempt to dance and talk, but in my case it was become entirely unable to understand the very attractive french words that are coming out of his mouth, probably to instruct me on how best not to step on his foot again... oh and then break out into hives and an intense sweat. So not only does he have to hold my hand while I am sweaty (a select few of you have the joy of this experience first hand), he also tries to do this twisty thing to me which does not indeed have the effect of twisting me, but instead ensures that he entirely cups my bare armpit. Yeah, that happened. Needless to say I was mortified, luckily the son ended about 4 seconds after that, so I could go cry, sweat and break out into hives more.
Love and sweat (really need to learn how to say that in french, so that I can apologize for that),
Violet
That's funny -- I was just reading a story about how gyms aren't catching on in France because the French don't like sweating (and also tend to believe that slimming creams actually work).
ReplyDeleteHaha. Slimming creams, I should try that. Yeah, it was traumatizing.
ReplyDeleteThis post was very dangerous because I was laughing out loud too much at my desk and everyone wanted to know what was so funny. We have new Internet policemen at my office so this was especially dangerous.
ReplyDeleteThe French must not like sweating because it would inhibit their not taking showers or changing their clothes daily. Quelle domage!
-Patty
Cupping of armpits. Classic.
ReplyDeleteIs there some magic antidote to sweating in Paris? If so tell me, especially because I am about to run out of my super strength male antiperspirant and I'm worried I won't be able to find something comparable here.
ReplyDeleteI may be a little out of date, but this is how it used to be done: (1) make sitting and smoking your activity of choice; (2) cultivate an appreciation of the smell of body odor.
ReplyDeleteLOL! Jessica may be on to something! Yeah they only sell deodorant in France - no anti-perspirants - their equivalent of the FDA does not approve of the aluminum ingredients as suitable for human use.
ReplyDeleteShoot! I didn't stock up before I left. Now I'm really worried. I better hurry up and make friends before I run out.
ReplyDeleteActually baking soda (dry) if dusted on works for a while. Of course if you get TOOOO sweaty you'll make biscuits.
ReplyDeleteOne thing that really does work is original Listerine. Put it on after showering and let dry - works for a while (can always add more later) and really doesn't smell like anything strange. Obviously I've been without antiperspirants before.
Karen