Doin' the French Mistake

By Dan Savage
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Here’s a hypothetical for you: You’ve been corresponding with a handsome young man who lives in Paris. You know him through a friend in France, and your friend has vetted him. He has offered to pay more than half of your airfare so that you can visit him in Paris. You’ve spoken to him on the phone, and hearing him speak to you in French makes your knees weak.

On the one hand, you can’t really afford it—and although he’s agreed to help you pay, you feel guilty for accepting his help. You’re also not working, and once you get a job you won’t be able to go. You live with your parents, and you don’t know how you’d explain taking a trip when you’re not working and technically broke. But if your parents disappeared into thin air, you wouldn’t hesitate to go. The trip also might turn out to be a crushing disappointment and a huge mistake. On the other hand, you might be passing up the romantic adventure of a lifetime. And he’s just … so … pretty.

Do you go?

Anxious Straight Girl

P.S. I am attaching his photo so you can see why I’m considering this. I trust you will not publish it?

You can trust me not to publish the picture, ASG, but anyone who wants an idea of what this boy looks like is invited to quickly Google “Gaspard Ulliel,” turn those blue eyes brown, take a moment to masturbate and then come back and finish reading this week’s column.
Okay, ASG, hypothetically … I go.

I lie to my parents. I tell them a friend—someone they know, someone who’ll lie for me—lent me the money and I’m going to go spend a few days in France with my friend (the same one who vetted this boy) before I land a job.

But …

I wouldn’t be going at all if a friend hadn’t vetted this guy. And I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have somewhere to stay besides this boy’s place. And I would treat our first meeting like any first meeting with a stranger I’d met online: That first meeting would be in a public place; I would let someone know where I was going and who I was with; and it wouldn’t be an open-ended date, i.e., I would see him for lunch and have ironclad plans to hang out with other friends later that same afternoon.

I would also go to France with my bullshit detector fully charged. This guy is damn good-looking, for sure, but it’s not like there’s a shortage of good-looking French girls. So why is he pining away for an American girl he might never meet—I’m a girl in this hypothetical, right?—with so much French pussy at his disposal?

Maybe he’s so smitten with me that French pussy won’t do … or … maybe he’s a socially maladapted leotard who can’t get laid despite his looks. I would be tempted to conclude that it’s the former, of course, but I would remind myself not to overestimate my awesomeness and to be on the lookout for signs of social leotardation once I met the dude.

And finally, ASG, if I went to France and didn’t hit it off with this boy, I would thank my lucky stars that my Internet crush lived in Paris, France, and not Paris, Texas, and enjoy the trip—and any other French boys—regardless.

I’m a 28-year-old heterosexual male with a politics question and a sex question. I’ve seen you on television talking about the shitty job President Obama has done on gay rights so far. My question is this: Obama said he was against gay marriage during the campaign. How could you support a candidate who sees your love as worth less than heterosexual love?

I’m surprised that you were such an ardent supporter of someone who doesn’t believe that gay and lesbian couples deserve to marry. If I were gay, I’d automatically dismiss any candidate who didn’t support full equality for gay people. Hell, I’m straight and I’m pretty close to doing that.

Also: I recently slept with a women who squirted when she came. She demanded that I pull out when she began to come. Is there some reason women who squirt don’t want a dick inside them when they do? Curious if you had any insight on this.

Love the column,

Pro Equality and Chicks Ejaculating

P.S. Here’s a pic. Thought it might persuade you to answer my questions. Feel free to share it with your readers.

Thanks for allowing me to share that picture of your ass with my readers, PEACE, because if any backside deserves a worldwide audience, it’s yours. To see the photo, dear readers, go to tr.im/peacebutt.

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1. Anonymous said... on Jul 8, 2009 at 11:28AM

“GO TO PARIS. It's a beautiful city and even if you don't like the boy, you'll be happy you went. You can actually do a lot there even without much money..such as riding the trains for free by walking really close behind someone with a ticket..Just go.”

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2. Maverick said... on Jul 8, 2009 at 05:49PM

“I wanted to give an opinion about Gay and Lesbian marriage. I think that what people who don't support same sex marriage are missing an important detail. The issue with Same Sex marriage is actually a religious topic and not suppose to be a political topic. Our Forefathers made sure that there was a separation between church and state...that things that would regard one wouldn't affect the other. A person getting married has to get a marriage license from the state not the church. Denying people from getting married just because of religious views violates the separation between the church and the state.
It seems that people will use anything in order to get their way. A few years ago the people were rallying the separation of church and state when they found out there was a Bible in front of a court house.....and I bet they are the same hypocrites that are rallying against gay marriage.I personally believe that only men and women should marry one another...but it is a personal belie”

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