Well, it certainly would add a little “zing” to this blog. But I hardly think the internet is the appropriate place to discuss one’s wild sexual rampage that blazed through a dozen countries whilst ages 17 – 25 (and while getting a bachelor’s and a master’s degree as well). I will say though that the best way to learn French is to date and screw French-speaking men. There’s your education tip for the day.
Aren’t you married, young man? And besides. Aren’t there French speaking people even in Chicago? (Notice I deftly turn the conversation/comments around to you instead of me).
Well, luckily for me, my husband is a francophile and the type of old dog that likes to learn new tricks (ha-cha!). And YES, as of late it’s been an invasion. Suddenly over the past few years I’m now hearing French in the city at least two times a week.
You guys! You’re making me blush. Oh, that’s right I guess I can;t pretend to be a prude when I already admitted to an international sex rampage a couple of decades ago.
Dan, I learned Spanish the hard way. I studied it. Nowhere near as fun as my tried-and-true method of learning French.
MATTHEW'S ISLAND 
Please, I never would gotten half the action I did in my youth if it weren’t for the sidewalk sale after the bar closed.
I’m not a judgmental person (all the eye rolls aside), so all the more power to you. What I did in my slutty younger years is best not mentioned.
Aww com’mon, I can keep a secret 😉
Well, it certainly would add a little “zing” to this blog. But I hardly think the internet is the appropriate place to discuss one’s wild sexual rampage that blazed through a dozen countries whilst ages 17 – 25 (and while getting a bachelor’s and a master’s degree as well). I will say though that the best way to learn French is to date and screw French-speaking men. There’s your education tip for the day.
Screw…French…speaking…men, got it. Now where’s my passport?
Aren’t you married, young man? And besides. Aren’t there French speaking people even in Chicago? (Notice I deftly turn the conversation/comments around to you instead of me).
Well, luckily for me, my husband is a francophile and the type of old dog that likes to learn new tricks (ha-cha!). And YES, as of late it’s been an invasion. Suddenly over the past few years I’m now hearing French in the city at least two times a week.
Late to the convo, as always. I recommend Spanish, which will surprise no one.
I remember this Columbian…WOOF!
You guys! You’re making me blush. Oh, that’s right I guess I can;t pretend to be a prude when I already admitted to an international sex rampage a couple of decades ago.
Dan, I learned Spanish the hard way. I studied it. Nowhere near as fun as my tried-and-true method of learning French.
French by injection, the best way.