Matchmaker, Matchmaker??? :S

Alright, I'm being set up on a whole new level. Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if arranged marriage or marriage in general was the way my time here ended - and I am talking MY marriage. That is if I let these French people have there way with me; however, in the words of Alain, I am very independent and have my own ideas about things, so perhaps maybe not. :)

But lets backtrack for a second here: it seems in France, having a boyfriend is very important. When explaining that no, in fact we don't have boyfriends, never have, we are rewarded with looks of astonishment, surprise and just plain good ol'shock. Also laughter. And then they start planning...and oh, the plans:

1) Mme Teixido plans for us to go to a discotheque before we leave here. She keeps dropping names of different ones to us, and how her friend owns them and that we should go and find a nice French boy because it is a good way to learn the language. The funny thing is though, most of these discotheques cater to an age range that is not ours, but older. I'm not into a whole Celine Dion type affair, whether she is Canadian or not.

2) Our neighbours below us - they are wonderfully nice - but they have ideas. They think we need to be nicer to boys, instead of scaring them off. Not sure how we scare them off. Secondly, their friend was over yesterday and he knows a lot of young people, so they are going to invite over a bunch of young guys (some girls hopefully too) and have us come down and "meet" them. I feel like I'm being put on display, like meat or really nice pair of shoes. It should be interesting if it actually happens. The lady also said that she would take us on a tour of the town and show us where the good discotheques and pubs are...so we can go and talk to people and learn the "real" French.

And lastly, as an aside note on the genius of "Mel", while at the crepe night at my neighbours house, they offered us what they called "le cidre" which to me, meant cider. It might have been cider but it was alcoholic and I had accepted some. So I accidently drank alcohol, it was the most disgusting thing ever...when I went to drink the first sip, I smelt it...but I had to wash down the nutella stuck to the roof of my mouth from the crepe, so I had to drink it. I just thought you'd enjoy that bit....needless to say, I was unable to finish it!!