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.