I Just Love the Foreigners!

I admit it, I root for the underdog, the little guy, and there is just something about the foreigners. Tonight I met a guy, Alberto, from Spain. I instantly felt a connection to him. He was sooooooo adorable, I could eat him up with a spoon. Maybe it's because I've always felt a little different from the rest of the sheep, er Americans. I don't know.

When I was younger I always had friends from other countries, I've dated a couple guys from other continents too. Something about those foreigners drives me crazy! In a good way... They're my people.

One of my friends has a daughter who just married a French guy. He was here a few years ago working on a degree at the university and someone introduced the two of them. She was too young for him, seriously I should have been the one he met, fell in love with and married. The reason I'm still single is because those young girls are stealin' the men!

Maybe I should just figure out how to move to France and be done with it. There has to be some huge companies there, businesses, that would love to have a bilingual whose native language is English, right? And I can meet some wonderful Frenchmen, and we can discuss world politics together, and pray for the United States to get it's shit together and have a big revolution and regain actual democratic control. We can eat cheese, and vacation in Cassis.... The big question is, can my dog come to France too?