Cherchez la femme...

I spent my evening talking to a singing lady on avenida Atlantica, Copacabana. Nah, there’s nothing weird in talking to a girl. The point is that I talked to her in French. And the funniest part is that the only phrases I knew in French were: “merci beaucoup”, “d'Artagnan”, “cherchez la femme”… oh, and “Je n'ai mangé pas six jours” :))))) That’s the only one language I fundamentally refuse to learn.
I’ve to say the most amazing thing was that she thought I was French during our whole conversation. Hell yeah, she speaks French very well!

I was walking down Atlantic coast when I noticed a café that attracted me with its music. I saw her there. She was singing French and Portuguese songs and playing guitar. That’s why she thought I was French and said something to me in French… Well, that was weird because usually people thought I was a Turkish-Arab-Indian-Latino… I smiled at her in response… Then I spent the whole evening on the coast listening to her songs with a guitar, drinking Caipirinha and enjoying the night air of Rio… She said something to me in French during the breaks and I just smiled at her… Sometimes she asked me questions and I replied with head shakes depending on her intonation and mimics… She was saying how wonderful it was to go to Copacabana beaches in the afternoon and lay on the sand under the Sun… and how everything changed in the evenings… She also said I would like Rio and definitely come back…

She was sure she talked to a gallant French guy who enthusiastically listened to her without interruptions… and that was pleasant for both of us…

Maybe that is the best way to talk to women… Using no words…