Out of gratitude to the French people for refusing to jump on the war bandwagon, I will choose one of France's sons to be the recipient of my sincere gratitude, in a most enjoyable way.
As an American woman who is sick to death of the current warmongering being carried out in the name of American citizens, I say it's time to put our asses on the line and put out for what we believe in - so if you're a French man, it's your lucky day (Spaniards and Italians who claim regional and ideological promixity to France will be considered as well). Write to me with your PHOTO (no picture, very likely no response) and a comment and I'll choose my winner over the weekend.
I'm in my 30s, pretty, voluptuous, smart, 'talented' (ahem), stacked, lusty, well-groomed, a true redblooded American woman, and, as you can see, a bit of a wise-ass.
Note: Being an American of French descent DOES NOT QUALIFY. Not not not! You must carry an EU passport and preferably have one of those cute little accents that will make me swoon when you whisper 'mon petit chou' in my ear.
(No yahoo Yankee flamers need apply. Go bang a drum somewhere.)