At the table - The Peanut-Butter Guy

Tonight we had dinner with Mme. and her boyfriend, Jean-Michel. Mme asked us at one point if we eat a lot of sandwiches at home and Erin said that yes, she eats a lot of peanut butter sandwiches. Much to my surprise, Mme and Jean-Michel both started making faces I normally associate with disgusting things like Vegemite. Both proclaimed that they had tried peanut butter once and would never eat it again! I laughed and commented that it's not something you really find in France. "But didn't you see it at Monoprix (the bigger grocery store)?" Well, yes, I said, but there was only one type (un type) and it looked iffy. They were both thoroughly confused... as it turns out - though my sentence may have technically been correct, 'un type' is now slang for a hot guy. (As I've learned in the past, once there's a slang meaning to a phrase in French, you can't really use it in the appropriate way anymore.) So they thought I was saying there was only one hot guy selling peanut butter on the street outside the grocery store, but he looked iffy so I didn't buy any from him. I really need to brush up on my slang...