By odd coincidence, the following groups of people are stranded on separate desert islands: 2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman 2 French men and 1 French woman 2 German men and 1 German woman 2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman 2 English men and 1 English woman 2 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman 2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman 2 Chinese men and 1 Chinese woman 2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman 2 American men and 1 American woman
One month later, the following has occurred: One Italian man has killed the other Italian man in a jealous rage. The French men and the woman are living happily in a menage-a-trois. The two German men have a strict weekly schedule-alternating visits with the German woman. The two Greek men are sleeping with each other. The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman. The two Bulgarian men took one long look at the ocean and another long look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming. The Japanese have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions. The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy/liquor store/restaurant/laundry. The Chinese woman is pregnant with their first employee. The two Irish men divided the island into north and south and set up a distillery. Things get sort of foggy each night and they can't remember if they've had sex with the Irish woman or not-but they're satisfied because at least the English aren't having any fun. The two American men are contemplating suicide because the American woman keeps on complaining about sand in everything, insisting she can do everything they can do, expressing the need to equally divide and organize the household chores, maintaining that her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, speculating about whether all this means her relationship with her mother will improve, and asking if the sand and palm trees make her look fat.
I just saw this today and I was laughing out loud at all of them but I just don't get the one about the Americans...seems perfectly normal to me!
Dana
"I undid his head collar and took him outside for a drink, and felt, if not exactly a communion with him, at least an awareness of being a fellow creature on a lonely planet."
LMAO at this, but the line about the Englishmen is totally wrong. As many (North) American men have told me, in rather a pissed off fashion, the English men are stealing their women by seducing them with our sexy accents and suave manners.
yeah, but thats cuz you're HERE expat. its like superman. hes just a regular joe on krypton. but get him around that yellow sun and then hes all the rage.
perhaps i could add canadians. the men would be too caught up in futile attempts to be the peace-keepers between all the groups to notice that the canadian woman had taken up with the french. and when they did notice theyd be too polite too complain.
An entirely valid point which I shall probably ignore entirely after this posting to preserve my bloated English ego.
Accents are indeed considered exotic and sexy in any other place but their homeland. This is emphasised to me every time the ladies in McDonalds make me repeat my order seven times ("coooke. I said coooooooooke"). Back home I would merely get an indifferent sneer and a spiteful Dr Pepper.
You however would drive the chick's rather nuts with your confident and nasal North American vowels. My countrymen had a saying about your sort during the last war: "overpaid, oversexed and over 'ere."
Now that the English male is regaining his traditional dominance again, it's payback time, dudes.
