March 2nd 2010

I had my first encounter of young french men in Pontlevoy. At the party @ Le Commerce I met Julien's brother (Maurice)Mo, we hung out with him most of the night just laughing and talking. Then we picked up a new phrase from some of the locals, J'en nai rein a foutre. We learned that from two locals and they taught us exactly how to say it and what it means. We sat at the bar, when one of those locals told us we were beautiful and asked if we had boyfriends. Kaila said yes I said no, then he said J'en nai rein a foutre and asked if we wanted to french kiss. At first none of the locals said anything to us, but when we started talkin to one its like they all gradually start comin over trying to join in the conversation. I think thats really funny. And its also funny how no matter what you start talking to them about french kissing always come up in the conversation. The night was fun, we danced with Mo, and Alban(Pamela's husband). And always we learned that @ the disco or a party they say...you gotta pum pum pump it up...Mo taught us that, and the point to this journal was that I've learned that alot of french people are down to earth people are are very nice to talk too (if they speak english).