So! I have been pretty deadbeat around here, all not blogging until given a meme and hardly even knitting. Well, darling readers, I have missed you greatly and so, for my little comeback, I present you with Hot Guys in France. Seriously, I don't know what they feed them in Paris (CHEESE *ba dum kish!*), but people in Paris are really, really, ridiculously good looking. They dress well, too. I am possibly blogging this in a pizza-stained wife-beater and some worn out pajama pants, so French coiffure seriously intimidates impresses me.

Please excuse the blurriness of some of these photos, my friend and I were drinking wine. And maybe trying to be sneaky about it. Also, I think you should all know that we saw many, many more specimens of the hot than this while we were sitting for about 1.5 hours in front of a brasserie, unfortunately, they are really fast  in France and I couldn't always get my camera pointed at them in time.

Pocket Hot. I will keep him in my purse and take him out to let him say nice things to me.

I'd polish this knob any day.

This guy was awesome, he posed for us for a good 10 minutes. Except he didn't even know he was modeling! I really dig his hot pink blazer. You will probably never see this in DC.

"So yeah, my facial hair is effortlessly sexy." "Mmhmm. Does my profile look appropriately dashing?"

French Taye Diggs. I call him Taye Deeeeegs.

It's okay, baby, let me soothe your worries with my vagina.

This was not taken in front of the bar. It was taken at Mont Saint Michel after lengthy staring, and being all, "I'm taking pictures of the wall, of COURSE I'm not taking pictures of you! But please continue to pose for me."

So yeah, the plan now is to retire wealthy, move to France, and be a dirty, filthy old woman.