He appears, friendly enough, anytime I introduce myself.
Well, he appears whenever I introduce myself in French:
Bonjour! Je m'appelle Jill. Ca va?
I am Mr. Gilles.
|This is what happened when I ordered (very good) sushi the other week. |
They took my name explanation very literally.
Jill - the classic simplicity of this name escapes anyone who speaks French...or Spanish...or...well, most languages. There are so many reasons to love the name Jill and none of them matter if you don't speak English.
For me, the mynameis exchange is complicated. First, my new acquaintance appears simply confused. They might wrinkle their brow a bit or try with great difficulty to repeat what I said. Then, they look at me with pity. Maybe I was trying hard to get out a basic French phrase, but mangled it far past any reasonable explanation?
I used to be shaken beyond repair by this initial verbal scuffle. Now, I'm ready. I pronounce my name again. Slowly. Jiilll. And then I say the magic phrase, "C'est comme 'Monsieur Gilles'" (because "Gilles" is almost exclusively a boy name).
The look of relief that spreads across the face of my companion is beautiful. And utterly predictable. Mais oui!? Ah! M. Gilles!