There was a time I lived in Paris. Moving there was like diving off a rocky cliff into a powdery aqua sea. The curtains parted and I entered a new world. I was too in love to even sleep! So I didn’t.
When I arrived I spoke Queens French. If you don’t know the place, Queens is a borough of NY further from France, culturally, than Mars. So needless to say, Queens French is Greek to the natives. I said one thing, they meant another, and we lived in a constant state of delusion.
…which brings us to men and women. Neither knows what the hell the other means. Almost never. It’s far more challenging than a Rubik Email This Post