The most interesting part... Same could be said in French. "Foufoune" means "butt" in Quebec, yet in France... it means the hole between woman's legs. It's just like the difference of fanny on both sides of the pond. Sometimes it's just an Old World vs. the New World thing. Some French tourists were so shocked to see a nightclub named "Foufounes
And I had to learn the difference of fanny on both sides. I nearly got my head ripped off by a British girl when I said fanny pack. Erm... I meant... bum pack... as you guys would say it on your island.
The same could be said with me constantly talking to the British oftentimes daily. So words like wicked, boot, git, trousers, chav, etc. are well-known in my mind.
I had a little piece of the Little Britain in original UK version.
Good god... whatever came out of that woman mouth totally got me off guard and I could barely understand anything. ¬¬
Then a Brit had to explain to me that it's Chav English.
Well... That explains it. Sometimes I can't even understand what comes out of the gangsta's mouth either.
I'll give it a quick read to see if it would get my interests.
PS - My Winter 2009 stort story is completely French Canadian and my story is pretty much part-Canadian, part-American. :P
I am not denying that football and baseball don't exist. They just doesn't get much attention.
Though I won't mind playing a backyard baseball. I just don't like sitting for hours watching.
No. No one even had the balls to do that at high school. Not even one guy.
When I was at summer camp for two summers, I would either hide it with my tshirt or towel, despite some kids being not so shy.
I put a towel around my hips when I go to the pool for laps. I shower with speedo on.
I am not ashamed.
It's just I consider that showing my package to others would be a privilege that only a few got to see. If you see it, be honoured. It is a rare view.
Of all of the sports, football is one of the top sports that I hate and despise with passion.
Thank god this country doesn't really care, so I'm immune from having some of my favourite shows put on side over some stupid football/baseball game.
Back hair would be a reasonable excuse for me to scare me away from him. Likewise for a thick mat of hair on chest and shoulder. I cannot stomach that.
I'm still hairless... at least on chest. Light covering on arm. Happy trail from belly buttom. Hairy legs.
And I'm only 24. The hair on legs have been there since I was a old teenager.
Now when I think about it... All of my male cousins (and I have 8 of them) don't have much more of a pattern than me. Including my 30 year old cousin who has no chest hair at all.
My ex of over five years is an Asian. He doesn't have hair at all but some on lower parts of legs (weirdly patterned out) and on face (he prolly could grow out an Asian old man goatee without a problem).
I guess it is case by case. Some guys with hair on chest got me going while others didn't do so. But again, I am fairly certain that full body hair would make me deflate in a nanosecond.
Hey...
It's not too long to claim your public pension! Not sure how you call it in British Columbia... We just call it Régie des rentes du Québec here. *blushes*
I may be halfway until 50, but damn... It does feel so long to hit close to 25 right now. REALLY!