I’m Not French

At a pub with a friend when a Random Drunk Woman approached me:

Random Drunk Woman: “Are you French?”

Me: “Huh?”

RDW: “Are you French?”

Me: “No, I’m not.”

RDW: “You look French.”

Me: “I’m not French”.

RDW: “But you’re all beautiful like a French woman.”

Me: “Thank you.”

RDW: “Don’t wo

rry, I’m not gay or nothing. But you do look French.”

Me: “Why would I be worried? Anyway, I’m definitely not French.”

RDW: (to my friend) “Hey, doesn’t your friend look French?”

I swear, in a parallel universe, I am still having that conversation with her.