My lovely friend Jo, when a modern language student was packed off to New Caledonia (the closest place where they spoke French) and fell in with a local boy. He wanted to go to bed with her of course (didn't we all) but she couldn't make up her mind.
As she tells the story, he said to her—not unkindly—

Mais, chérie, il faut savoir ce que tu prefères.

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