ANGLOSAXON WOMEN & FRENCH MEN

Taking the plunge..

The first time I went out for a drink with my husband we had been walking. Tramping up mountains in the Pyrenees to be exact. Not only were we thirsty with new love but also for a decent drink.

To my surprise instead of a post-tramp/hike kir he orders a beer. Wow that's anglo methinks beginning to believe that this could have a future. So I, kiwi girl, order a small beer, a gallopin, to "join in." I am not really a beer drinker - the stuff makes me fart like a horse, but a small one is ok after sport. I prefer a glass (or tankard!) of wine but I thought that at this young stage of our relationship that I should at least try and "join the boys" and leave my feminine fancy for chardonnay aside.

I order my small beer. You're joking, says new boyfriend, laughing with the waiter.
No, honestly, I can't drink a large one. I say, not wanting a windy experience to come between us.
But you can't drink beer, you're a woman, laughs boyfriend.
Actually, I say to the waiter, make that a pint would you.

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