“Where are you from?”
The smile on my face faltered slightly. I look at the 8 sitting beside me, feeling the bitchiness rolling off her like stink off a very bangable garbage dump. I look slightly to her left, then smile and turn my ear in like I hadn’t heard her.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“Where are you from?!” she asked back, louder, ruder, nearly snapping at me.
“Oh!” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Sorry! I am from Caen!”
She arched an eyebrow with a sour look on her face, ironically acting like I was the biggest asshole idiot in the conversation.
“Where?” she asked.
“Caen! Um, France!”
“No way,” she said with naked disbelief.
If this woman hadn’t been a very fit red-head her unpleasantness would have made me move on.
One day, whoever you are, one day…
Instead I plowed ahead with my pre-rehearsed method. I reached over to the drink menu on the bar table, took a pen out of my pocket and slid closer over to her to establish light physical contact while I drew a crude map of France on the blank side of the cardboard. Up on the Normandy coast I scribbled a rough square representing the Calvados Prefecture (State/Province), put a dot in it and labelled it Caen. Then, after a faked moment of hesitation, I went a bit across the map and put another dot labelled Paris.
Three hours later I was strolling out of her dorm whistling Don’t You Forget About Me.
We were both from the same country. At that point in my life I hadn’t spent two seconds in France. Yet the fact that I had convinced her I was Jean-Pierre Monet of Caen, France instead of Billy Chubbs of Turnip Town, Canaduh had gotten me a high quality notch that normally I would have had to pull my hardest A game to achieve.
Chicks dig foreign guys. With no differences, put Billy A beside Billy B and she’ll always choose the one who comes from further away. Why? There could be hundreds of reasons; the excitement of vicariously vacationing through his dink, sheer boredom with the regular men she rides in her town, the exotic factor. Whatever it is – chicks dig foreign guys.
And you don’t even have to be foreign to capitalize on it. In today’s global village it’s never been easier to create a foreign persona. You want to be from Rome? Five minutes on Google and you can know the names of the streets, what the view from your fake apartment looks like, what are the best restaurants in the city and even who the locals hate. You can go on Youtube and listen to how they talk, picking up their inflections, where they pause in conversation, their body language. It’s never been easier to play Foreign Game… although it still requires some dedication. Here’s how to get started.
Choose A Persona
Where do you want to be from? I grew up learning redneck French in Canadian schools, so my choice was already apparent. Anglo women adore France since they thrive on pop culture (and Anglo female Pop Culture has a girl boner for French anything), so France can be a good choice – but really, any European country can do. Except don’t choose one with a goofy or obscure name; you want to be foreign, not alien. Every time she has to ask “Where?” the V dries up a whole percentage. She’ll put out without much fuss for Michael from Stuttgart, Germany, but Mujo from Sarajevo, Bosnia probably isn’t going to be seeing too many wet Western panties beside his bed.
Trés exotique!
Learn The Language
This one is obviously… obvious. If you’re playing your Foreign Game in a Podunk town you might be able to get away with monkeying such gibberish as “Avec pour la vu c’est ce vu play eh bourdoir”, telling the awe-struck 5 crushing your lap that it means “You are as lovely, interesting and thin as a starry sky”. For the rest of the women in the world which haven’t been bred from a long line of cousins, it requires a (tiny) bit more effort in that you actually need to learn some phrases. And let’s face it – learning another language is awesome both for the mind and the soul. You don’t need to be fluent in the beginning, but once you’re out hunting your language should be distinctive enough to support your foreign persona.
Study The Geography
You don’t have to remember every street corner and restaurant, but open up a map and study the main routes, learn the major landmarks, the local tourist traps. As I mentioned above, women love vicariously vacationing through foreign guys. I’ve seen nipples pop when I talk about growing up playing street football (soccer to you uncouth barbarians) on the Rue de Bras and going to the Orne River and Normandy Beach to swim. I’m a little fortunate in that relatives of mine fought through Caen back in WW2, so I have their stories to repeat as well – I just, you know, leaving out the parts about the Nazi’s machine gunning me while I’m trying to surrender. Study your chosen city or town and become confident in the geography; you should be able to draw a very rough map of the region at a moment’s notice, and have a memorized story about each major spot.
Learn Some Customs
You don’t need to be fully aware of every custom of where you’re from but you should know one or two major ones – and always, always say that kissing as a greeting or goodbye is a custom. And by goodbye, I mean if you’re at a table with women, and a pretty one gets up even to use the washroom or get another drink, rush over and plant one on her. If she takes offense, well hey! It’s a custom where you’re from! Then the onus is on her to not be an Ugly American. It pretty much goes without saying to ignore that custom if she’s not bangable.
That’s about the basics of Foreign Game: persona, language, geography, customs. You should now be equipped to raise your quality level by a whole point. Just be aware that there are some things to take into account when employing your Foreign Game.
Foreign Game Is Not Applicable Everywhere
For optimal Foreign Game, you need to attend a low or mid level sized club or pub, somewhere that’s small enough that you will be semi unique, and not rowdy and loud enough that you can’t even let the girl’s know you’re from somewhere else. At bigger, more elite venues, there will be more foreigners by default and it will be harder to have a conversation or hold a girl’s attention long enough to build up your persona. Keep Foreign Game confined to places where you can grab and hold the girl’s attention. A huge chunk of Foreign Game is being a good story-teller.
Proof I’m French? Of course! Here’s me visiting the Eiffel Tower on France Day!
Foreign Game Cannot Be Used Often
“But hey Billy! I spent three goddamn months learning how to say Hey Wood Ya Blow Me in Afrikaans and studying every bush in Limpopo, South Africa. All that time spent and I can’t even use Foreign Game that often?” No, you can’t. Foreign Game’s power is in its rarity, its exotic nature. If you go out to the same round of clubs every weekend, pretending to be Sven from Sveeden, you’ll simply become another familiar – except now you’re one with a goofy accent. Save foreign game for visits to other cities or to your less frequented clubs.
Foreign Game Is Hard For Repeats
Some of us like to bang the same girl a few times. Maybe she’s smoking hot or has a nice pootenanner down there. Maybe she’s not too annoying and we can stomach her for slightly longer amounts of time then normal notches. It’s hard to keep up the charade with the same girl while acting in your foreign persona. If you think you can approach a girl with your normal game, then for god sakes stick with normal game. Foreign Game can be tiring enough 3-6 hours every two weeks; constantly keeping up with a girl while flipping between normal you and foreign you can get outright exhausting and is not worth the headache. Keep Foreign Game limited to one night stands in strange lands.
Foreign Game Is Solitary
You have to be a good, consistent actor when employing Foreign Game. It’s unlikely you will have good wingmen who can keep up without spoiling it. Solitary game can have its own difficulties but they’re all exacerbated when you’re pretending to be a completely different person. Prepare for a few notchless nights of looking like a complete jackass/creep – pretty much par for the course for most beginners attempting Alphadom.
You May Be Called Out
Anecdote time.
I went to visit a friend in another University town and wound up wheeling a fit red-head at the school’s pub (fit red-heads being my own personal 10’s). It was going along perfectly. I was in the middle of making her feel like a hero, explaining how we love Canadians where I’m from because they saved us from the Nazis, when suddenly she looked over my shoulder and waved someone forward. I turned around and saw a very plump 4 waddling over. My shield went up, thinking that this red-head was going to tell me she had a boyfriend but here was her ‘cute’ friend I could talk with.
“Hey Tara! This is John (it’s Jean-Pierre I wanted to shout at her for some reason), and guess what?! He’s from France too!”)
From France too… From France too… From France too… echoed in my head, and I felt my face contort like I suddenly had to drop a football sized one in the toilet.
“Oh!” Tara the European land whale said, and then fired off a string of quick, fluent French at me.
From good night to bad in 10 waddles.
I caught the word Marseilles and nothing else. Panic crept up in me, like I was a new inmate being surrounded in the showers by a bunch of smiling cons already at half chub. I thought quickly; Marseilles, Marseilles…that’s a city on the Mediterranean coast! It’s close to Italy, which meant she was probably telling me where she was from and asking where I was from.
“Marseilles?” I croaked back.
She nodded excitedly.
“Go – back – to…Alps,” I muttered lamely in fluent English, and I slinked away like a beta with my face thoroughly red. That night I wound up alone merely thinking about the red-head instead of finishing with her.
You may get called out. It will be embarrassing. Just remember, you’re alpha. You don’t need to explain yourself to anyone. Maintain your frame, salvage what is salvageable and if nothing is simply shift to a different group. After all – it’s all just a game. If you aren’t having fun, you aren’t playing it right.
So there y’all have it! Foreign Game; a powerful tool capable of upping your quality… if used appropriately – and sparingly. Go forth and rack up some notches.
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A little off topic, but every time I am asked “where are you from?” out of the blue, I find the question to be very invasive and too personal for a stranger to ask. I am then tempted to respond with either “What is it to you?” or “What difference does it make?” I haven’t yet tried saying either, but will report promptly upon doing so.
I feel the opposite. I think its stupid when someone asks you where you’re from, and you get all offended. What, are you ashamed of where your from?Is it some big fucking secret? Get over yourself. The classic is the stupid asian or african bitch, with an obvious thick accent and poor command of english, who responds, “I’m from earth” or “I’m from here.” Listen cunt, I just want to know where you’re from so I can adjust my game and eventually fuck you, also, i may have traveled to that stinking backwater you’re from, or be familiar with the first language you speak (I’m conversant in three languages). Oh, and what about these stupid australian bitches who get pissed when you mistake them for being british or from new zealand?!? The fuck is up with that? Newsflash, all you whores sound the same!
People feel it’s a good way to ‘know’ someone a little…..
but I dislike being asked where I am from because I’ve lived in so many different places and countries that being categorized as being “from” anywhere doesn’t help the person to know me or relate to me in any way at all…..
and even if you are from a small town, I am sure that of the hundreds of thousands of people born there over the last few decades, they all turned out very different from each other…..
so really it’s a banal question isn’t it…..
I am from planet earth…. funny I thought you were too ?
“Citizen of the world” often works for me. It just REEKS of cosmopolitanism, like you carry a UN passport or something.
As with all routine questions, better to give a joke/deflective answer. E.g., “Burkina Faso,” or “Krypton.” Avoid the routine in conversation and make ’em laugh.
“A little off topic, but every time I am asked “where are you from?” out
of the blue, I find the question to be very invasive and too personal
for a stranger to ask.”
This is why the West is being conquered.
Dude,
It’s called “small talk.” Those with social skills can easily deflect such a question if they wish. She probably doesn’t really care but wants to indicate interest and fill up dead air.
Try practicing a response in front of a mirror – “I’m here now. And you?” or somesuch.
If she DOES care, turn the tables as she’s actively qualifying you.
Making a flattering stab at her background can work great, as in “Let me guess. You’re from Palo Alto but went to Vassar to get away from daddy’s professor friends. You majored in French Literature….no, wait it was Beverly Hills and you went to MIT to study philanthropy.”
Make it some hoity-touty BS that she is very unlikely to be able to match in social and intellectual status. It puts her on the defensive and is a very effective and not too unkind neg. It makes HER qualify herself to you.
When she responds with “I grew up in Toledo and have an AA in cosmetology”, you’ll know what to do, won’t you?
I personally have experienced very different results with displaying intellectual status. No matter how modest I was, quoting Tolstoi, reciting a few verses of Baudelaire or explaining my love for XVIth (“wait… ex-vee-eye? is that a new internet acronym?”) century Flemish painting would only get me weird looks and loss of interest, in favor of the insanities-vociferating ignorant male crowd…
PS pardon my mistakes, I’m foreign!
Hilarious story! I love it that you also included that example at the end. All in all, a very playful and high-risk technique.
Better to do in Western countries where the women generally are not well read or travelled.
I have to disagree with you here. It’s best done in Southeast Asia where all white people are just generic white. For example, in Thailand, you could say you’re from France and actually be from Poland or whatever. Most people can’t tell the difference.
I never thought of it that way.
But if you are already a “farang” in Thailand, who cares which country are you from?
Fake it till you make it. Words to live and die by.
I’m sure it works, but learning regular Game is easier. Luckily for me I happen to be both Italian and American by birth and I understand the attraction of foreign-ness. Just gotta nail the Italian (language – well and women).
far better to embellish and give off impressions of grandeur, than just lie…….
not knowing the language is easy if you think on your feet… my mother is from France – I lived there until I was 8 – and go back occasionally but I forgot the language…..
but all in all… going out right liar just to get laid, is essentially sociopathic and very far from good game or being a good man for that matter……how beta can you get that you have to invest a total alter ego….
better to be a well rounded man of the world that can relate to anyone, and at the same time talk about far away places like he’s really been there……
I thing it’s important for your own psychological well being to create one persona and stick with it…. rather than going out being a total liar……
It can be fun to adopt a different first name or create a new character, but you are starting to tread on thin nice psychologically and morally as well….. serial killer anyone ?
and if you did ever get into some date rape situation, having lied about your entire personal background, could just be enough to persuade the judge to put you in the slammer…..
That must be something new because I have never known of even one case of date rape. Must be a prole thing because even in the VERY rare situation where a girl really was raped she would never report it to the cops.Did you think she wants to give a statement or answer questions from some working class dopey detective? Stay away from the proles and you’ll be safe.
Good article but as a lover of genuine fire-crotch, I have to say:
If these “fit red-heads” you date are brunettes with maroon-colored dye in their hair (like the girl on the grass in the picture above), then, uh, you ain’t dating redheads…
You can tell a true redhead by her scent alone. Hot and spicy sorta covers it.
Blondes have their own smell too but I don’t have good words for it. The Roman author Tacitus thought that the smell of a blonde was the magic that made Germanic warriors so faithful to their women, so unlike Romans of the Empire.
Brunettes have a warmer smell than blondes or redheads.
Jet black hair still stumps me.
As a foreigner, I love it that native born Americans actually consider practicing “foreign game” to get laid. I lived in the UK as a foreigner too. Over there, being a foreigner pretty much always means being of lower value.
Unless you’re an American or even a fake one.
Howdie girls, do you know the way to BuckingHAM palace?
Ok that was funny.
Just being from California on a visit to New England got me extra points – especially with a bit of a tan in winter. It helped that the local women thought I looked, dressed, and sounded English.
Biologically for women, there is the attraction of an outsider’s DNA to augment the local gene pool. Guess there’s a biological aversion to too close of mating.
If you play the foreigner game and get called out, share a laugh with your victim. Most people love a good spoofer plus it shows you have balls of steel to even try.
Yes, the newness of a man to an area helps and it is perhaps due to more distant DNA. However, I can’t believe that they thought that a Californian was more “English” lol. What town was this? Perhaps some French in parts of Maine or even NY.
Maybe it was just me with my “James Bond” style of dress, my precise and erudite diction, and my sterling manners. No “Valley Girl” accent although I do greet people with cowboy-ish “Howdy!”
The area was the very WASPish Mystic and Stonington, Connecticut. I did have a French Canadian girlfriend for a short while but mostly I hung with the upper crust WASPs.
The notion of distant DNA having a biological attraction is from a chapter in “Sperm Wars.”
i am a firm proponent of game, self-improvement and banging sloots. but this goes too far.
this is no longer augmenting the best aspects of yourself and understanding how to use social psychology to your benefit. this is sheer fabrication out of a desperate attempt to get azz.
kids at home, if it gets to the point where you have to start making up personas to get women to bang you, reevaluate your priorities.
Spoken like someone who’s never been horny in a U.S. city and trying to get some from the pain in the ass chicks…
There goes another Miscer.
You’re too slow on your feet. If you want to be French say you’re from Bordeaux. Your daddy was a wine broker there. The trade is heavily English so you could just say that your French is not perfect since you attended a private England language school as a boy and didn’t really converse a lot in French although you can speak it.
Besides, this sort of “foreign game” would only work in Podunk where the girls are dumb and can’t even find their own town on a map. In NY there’s always someone around who can speak almost any language and besides no one really gives a damn and it doesn’t make you unique or exotic to a girl. You may be able to con some working class girl from Queens over in Manhattan for the night but it’s unlikely you’d even be in the same places.
All of you need to learn some class game otherwise you’ll be left shagging chubby lower class girls.
I was thinking the same thing. This kind of game in New York City, Washington D.C. or Miami just doesn’t work, from all the international students from Tel Aviv to Timbucktoo overstaying their visas, to au pairs, migrant workers, children of immigrants and what-have-you, these cities are swimming with foreign borns! In fact, I know some British guys who complain that “british accent game” just doesn’t work in NYC like it used to in the ’80s and early ’90s. The game changed, brah. But hey, I don’t want to discourage anyone! By all means, Go for it!
It didn’t even matter in the 80’s.I attended an English public school as a boy and the accent meant nothing in NY where it seemed that every 4th person I knew was similar. It may impress some working class girl from Queens but she couldn’t tell the difference between a cockney cab driver and Lawrence Olivier lol
This is VERY true, because I myself am an example of this ;o) I am actually from Queens, NY, and when I finally left NYC to attend a university with a large international student population, I was initially very impressed with anyone who spoke with a “british/british commonwealth”accent, embarrassingly so!!! But by the time I graduated, the “aura” had worn off a bit. But I think Americans are generally still “anglophiles” whether they want to admit it or not. So I am surprised at the demise of “british accent game” because I think it will still work on the Jersey Shore or Jones Beach, Long Island (IF you really want bitches from those places!)
It still works in other US cities. Plenty of girls have said they automatically give a guy +1 or +1.5 on a 10 scale because of the accent.
1: There’s a whole world out there outside New York City.
2: Dripping with condescension makes you sound like a total douchebag.
I don’t live in NYC. Greenwich. And I’m well aware more than you that there’s a whole world but regardless of where you live there are good places and crap places and it pretty much comes down to class. Wealthy ranchers or farmers don’t hang out at the redneck club with the fat girls or do they dress like they buy their clothes at Sears. It doesn’t matter if you’re from NYC or Charleston, north, south or the west because they all have the same tastes and go to the same places.The actual region where you live is not so important as long as it’s an elite area whether it’s a city, suburbs or the country.
4 insecure replies, provincial attitude towards the outside world, blinkered worldview…yup, douchebag status confirmed.
Okie from Muskogee I guess
btw, do you wear Kenneth Cole square toed shoes and a wife beater when you go out to TRY to pick up girls?
I know there’s a whole US out there and I even have a map of it
http://strangemaps.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/newyorker2.JPG
It’s best to pretend to be nationality X if 1) you can speak nationality X’s language, at least enough to get by, and 2) you don’t expect to meet any people of nationality X around where you are. Sure, you might get people who can speak language X, but I’ve noticed that it’s very hard to get real Germans or other foreigners to speak their own languages in the USA anyway, so you do have an out in that regard. If you can understand what the French-speaking fatso says, make a smart-aleck remark back to her in English, as that’s most likely what a real French person would do.
Don’t try this in certain parts of New Jersey (like East Newark or Harrison) or parts of Massachusetts south of Boston, cuz there’s large Portugese & Portugese-Americans there. But those places are also kinda ghettos too, so nevermind, carry on! (Interestingly enough, Fall River & Dartmouth Massachusetts has a “French-speaking” Portugese population. Ex: The Portugese Catholic Mass is said in French! How Weird!?!
This reeks of desperation
The redhead photo? That´s Amy Pond, Doctor Who companion of the past, as portrayed by the spectacular Karen Gillan. Her American version would be the Queen of Nerds herself, madame Felicia Day.
Hilarious article. You could also try faking a British/Australian accent. I had a random dude telling me he did that out at bars at a joint I frequented.
I’ve seen it firsthand – certain foreign guys in America get a total pass from women. Stuff that you’d say as an American would get you branded as try-hard and even creepy, when it comes from the mouth of an Italian or a Frenchman, is ‘romantic!!’
I knew a European guy who would crank up the volume and accent intensity in his speech to get girls to open him for his foreignness. It worked.
So romantic :o)
ciao bella. tuoi seni sono come grandi cocomeri e vorrei assaggiare la vostra vagina.
A story on the other side of the spektrum.
I have a friend thats extremely unconfident in himself..he doubts himself before he even approaches.
Lately he has reinvented himself with an australian accent to talk to girls.
To be honest..I think its kinda sad.
yes.he gets way more attention with the accent..but the fact that he uses it because he solely believes girls will ignore him without it/…its his game shortcut slash crutch.
On the other side…Im now jaded that i have actually travel and can speak different languages in the accents..only to realize that i dont even want to use it as conversation bait..cause the average girl is to dense to conversate
Or develop a good Scottish or Irish accent
What’s next? “Get Laid By Pretending To Be A Homo”?
No..getting laid by pretending to be a womens studies professor…..Oh….hugo swytzer beat me to that one! LOL!!
Oh the public self-degradation a man will put himself through to get some pussy!
Of course, once the door is closed, administering a sound spanking to her bottom while renouncing your cover story will endear you to her and make her a better woman.
Pretending to be a homo is a bridge too far! I’ll leave that one to the desperate.
Is your goal to get laid, or is your goal to get laid by following the rules?
Y’all be on some trifling shit. This ain’t no different from using some routines, DHVs, or pua openers.
Get outta here with this weak shit.
Is your sole purpose in life to get laid by any means even if it means to forsake dignity? you guys like to use alpha a lot, and this isn’t alpha. You are indirectly saying that who you are doesn’t matter as long as it gets you laid. And I agree PUA is lame, because it teaches men that they have to get laid by doing certain steps that are often ridiculous instead of building a man who attracts women by default.
You obviously haven’t thought this through.
If the goal is to simply get laid without following “the rules” then is it fair game to pay $300 for half an hour with a prostitute? Is it okay to wife up some slut for the rest of your life? I mean you will be getting laid, right? Is it fair game to drug some girl and get laid while she’s passed out?
PUA is about developing SELF-confidence. It is about faking it until you make it. It is about making yourself better with women. What’s being recommended in this article is about hiding your true identity until you’re good at hiding your true identity. No matter how much you fake being a foreigner, you will NEVER be a foreigner. All you are is someone who hides himself from others.
This is not about getting laid, buddy. This is about having respect for yourself.
Nothing beats being form the land of money, success, and accomplishment. “I’m from the magical land of millionaires” would be much preferred to my fakey French game. It’s easier, more fun, and a hella lot more attractive to your average American hoe than being able to order escargot in your “native” tongue.
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Well I can certainly attest to the fact that women will throw themselves at foreign men all over the world. I have worked in about 20 countries and about the only place women were not hinting was in Saudi Arabia! LOL!!
Here in Germany I have had women give me their phone numbers just because they hear me speaking english and ask me where I am from. When I tell them I am from Australia and I think Germany is the best place in the world to live they like to talk to me more about why I say that.
Of course. When I was in Australia, or even Ireland where Australians are fairly common, no women are interested in me.
So making up some persona to be foreign in your own country would be a very good way to fool women into being interested in you, sure.
I’ve been out in a mixed group before when some clown tried this trick. He claimed to some girls to be French. I’m a fluent french speaker, I flat called him out, the guy was a bit shell shocked and quickly modified his story to be that he just lived in France for a while. I think that guys that blatantly lie need to do something interesting with their lives so that they can become genuinely interesting people. Pretending to be something you’re not is something that weak people do.
Some wing man you are!
I should have pointed out that the other guy wasn’t part of the group.
fucking hater
I like all you fucking beta herbs dogging this guy because “it is fake, it is a lie”. GAME is a lie. You are not being yourself, you are being an alpha male douchebag because Western women are mentally poisoned to only respond to this. How is this any different?
You are playing a part, you are acting. You want to slay pussy without being attractive? Affect a British or Aussie accent, and do it well… know a bit about your “country” and some local haunts in case you HAPPEN to get a well traveled American fattie that night. Fuck I was running this shit 10 years ago to great effect.
Everything old is new…
And if you’re American, don’t forget “regrow your foreskin.” Good luck with that.
And, if you’re American, don’t forget to regrow your foreskin. Good luck with that.
this is pathetic and terrible game advice. you need to be proud of who you are, not pretend to be something you’re not. do this maybe one time as a joke, for fun, but it’s really not a valid strategy. and btw, I’m French.
I’m late to weighing in here, but can understand the concerns raised about pretending to be foreign because one can easily be found out. An alternative solution could be to expat one’s ass out in the real world for just a few months, then come back and talk about your experiences. When you spend just a little time outside america you become slightly different, partially foreign upon your return to the States. I’m currently in America right now visiting, and recently had a prominant businessman tell me what an interesting life I have, asking me about my experiences in south america, etc. The states is still good for business, however the stable life can bring a homegenized boredom which makes an expat someone they live vicariously through. I never had so many American females interested in me before I ventured out over the globe.
I can’t believe how lame this site is. It’s like “Jersey Shore” meets Sesame Street. You writers on here think you’re “Alphas” lol? Man, you lames couldn’t even rate as an omega. I’m gonna have fun ragging on this pathetic site.
This is my favorite spiel.
A Frenchman posing as a Canadian in England is heaps of fun.
it helps if your lucky and are born with a ‘foreign/exotic’ persuasion, iv had women take shots, apparently i could be anywhere from brazilian to egyptian, and they never get close
More than one source has shown that talking in French makes everything sound better. What comes to mind is the scene from the Matrix movies where it is like “wiping you ass with silk”. Another wag pointed out that you can cook chicken or you can cook “chicken poulet” which sounds much tastier. On Big Bang Theory Leonard told Sheldon that just because he says it in French it is not more convincing. Sheldon’s response? “Au contraire!”
Lol, nice. Might have had some fun with that, before I left.
However, I must say that I prefer being an actual expat where I clearly stand out (Black guy of excellent dress and well bred comport, in Germany)