The assumption that mostly girls aspire to travel to Paris, or even France in general isn’t exactly a false one. My program is a testament to that. Of the nearly 20 people in the program, four are male.
That is the fact that I have to live with for the next four months – literally, live with. My host family, who, by the way are very kind people, were very surprised to hear that a 20-year-old male would be living with them. Not only were they surprised, they were worried. They have five children; their middle daughter is 16. Naturally, one would fear their teenage daughter would act up around one who professes himself to be of the utmost attractiveness. My host mother was also apparently quite upset, because she had already bought a pink cover for the bed.
I’m not complaining at all. That bed is huge and comfortable. The first night I slept on it I felt like a starfish who had lost all points and then slowly stretched out a new arm, then another and then the legs followed until I was splayed like the vitruvian man.
Who says men can’t use pink in Paris?
Avoid Clichés 
Nice digs!
wow that is a huge bed!
ah, my favorite post yet. looks comfortable though!