After trolling the Magazine Street blocks for a bit after eating, I had garnered enough confidence to do a sober street approach in late night (9 pm or so). It was two 8ish white women having a talk. I interrupted their conversation, which was the American girl telling a story to the French girl. I used an indirect opener and here’s roughly the exchange:
Me: Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt but I was wondering if you all knew where there are some bars with non-alcoholic beverages.
Them: Right there is something, blah blah blah
Me to American Girl: So what was I interrupting that you were telling your friend?
American Girl: I was telling her about what happened with my ex the other day. She’s French.
Me to French Girl: Je m’apelle NolaMan
American Girl: It’s Jurr my pelle not Je m’appelle
Me: No, it’s Je m’appelle.
American Girl: Well, bon soir good night.
Me to American Girl: Actually, it is nighttime so it is “bon nuit.”
American Girl: No, it’s bon soir since it is still evening (mind you it is past 9 pm)
Me to French Girl: Right now, is it bon soir or bon nuit?
French Girl to American Girl: It is “bon nuit” since it is nighttime.
American Girl to me: Ok, well we’re leaving now and if you want to see us, we’ll be in XYZ bar.
We shake hands, exchange names, then American girl pulls French girl away to the bar. I should have gotten the French girl’s number. Oh well. I do not want to sound like someone who is bitter from mistreatment from the women of this country. I must’nt learn to hate my countrywomen. However, when I get dealt with in this manner, it is hard not to. The French girl, while a bit shy, was polite and not interrputing what I had to say and would comment as see fit. The American girl would in opposite fashion, even going as far as insisiting she was correct (it’s bon soir not bon nuit) to save face since she obviously did not know French. The next country awaits my visit in less than 2 months!