I'm pretty sure I'll get over this once I've walked by a few hundred construction sites, but in the meantime French catcalls rawk the party that rocks the party. Sample dish:
"Vous êtes superb."
"T'es ravissante!" (A deep breath, and an I-can't-believe-my-eyes expression, go the extra mile.)
"How does it feel to drive all the men mad...?" (The key to this one is stopping the girl and saying it very, very softly.)
Wrapping it up, last week at a crowded bar on Bonne Nouvelle the bartender noticed me ogling some overkill video surveillance equipment behind the cash register. When I gave him my drink order, he leaned in, motioned to the surveillance system and said, "With that I can see everything. But it is you that I'm watching."
Sah-mooth.
