Two years ago, I was out for what began as a fairly routine night on the town with friends. We had dinner, drank, went dancing and then eventually decided to call it a night. It was sometime after midnight and I was en route to the train station with one of my friends when we had a chance encounter with two young girls sipping from a champagne bottle. My friend asked them what the occasion was and we got to talking. It turned out that the girls has travelled from interstate for some kind of sporting event.
One of the girls had a distinctly French accent and so my friend, who has a liking for all things European, began to focus his attention on her. Both girls were pretty cool, and so we floated the idea of heading to a nearby dance club. I was pretty tired by this point, but mainly just played along so that my friend could hopefully cross ‘Drill a French babe’ off his bucket list. It was also becoming clear that Frenchy’s friend was keen on me. She was pretty enough and so I thought, ‘Hey, why not?’