Color Me Perplexed

For the past two months, I have been sitting next to the same French woman every time we have class. Often times we will eat lunch together too. I wouldn’t go as far as to say we are friends (we are in France after all), but I did feel that I was starting to know her fairly well.

Until this past Saturday when she told me she had American citizenship. I was like “Hold the boat, what??” She replied with a very short “I was born in the US”. I was completely flabbergasted and said “And you’re just telling me that now, after all this time?”. She simply did the French shrug and said “Yes”, without giving me any additional information.

I swear, I will never understand French woman.

It actually perturbed me for the rest of the day. I mean, can you imagine spending that much time with someone and never bothering to mention you share their nationality? It blows my mind.

I guess it just underlines one of the main differences between Anglo and French cultures….when we meet someone new, we tend to look for anyway possible to connect with them, whereas as the French just….don’t.


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