This story took place almost 12 years ago…
I had moved to a brand new international city and was in the stage where making friends and hanging out was the primary goal in my life besides getting trashed. Such is life in your mid-twenties when you start making some money and getting a life of your own that begins resembling an adult existence, but not quite.
I’d made acquaintances with a nice group of 15 or so folks and was invited to attend a house party one of them was throwing. I can’t remember who it was and I doubt I cared at the time anyways. Truthfully, the only reason I remember the night was due to the French Connection I made that evening.
For story’s sake, we’ll call her Audrey. She was French, same age and living in the city due to her business being abroad. She was always smoking a cigarette and swigging a mixed drinks or another. I’d not met many French women before and found her charmingly stereotypical. She spoke her mind and was often rude without realizing the rest of us thought it was hilarious because she didn’t see anything rude about “being honest”.