One of my favourite uni mates, El, is off to London this summer again, to be an au-pair, again.
El's english is brilliant-she's one of the only french people i can actually talk english to without feeling constrained by language barriers. Which is also why i think there must've been a problem with her uni results-she studies english, appropriately enough.
So El is back in London, where she manages to meet only French boys to crush on, especially ones that are perfect and only there for the week-end. Talk about bad luck.
You'd think there were enough British dudes in London, especially for a short-haired hot Keira Knightley look-alike, but sexier?
I mean, seriously.