French vs american dating
He did, however, begin caressing my forearm before we even ordered wine.Now, let me be clear: Marcel was a handsome man and it sure felt tingly to be touched.Given that I met my husband three days after I arrived in Paris (hold the eye rolls, please, it was chance!), I have very little experience with or insight into dating French men.I was young, and, accent aside, it was exciting to be going on my first date in Paris. And why in God’s name would the waiter be telling us this? Checking the weather before leaving my apartment wouldn’t have been the worst idea either.The New York Times restaurant review had let me down! Helping her into a taxicab, I figured I’d never see her again.Blogs, books and magazine articles never seem to tire of coming-of-age love stories featuring young, Anglo-saxon women and dapper French men – no matter how trite and embellished they may be.Few, however, share the experiences of Anglo men and their adventures in dating.
Most of French women keep their clothes during their whole life, they’re very cautious.
Young writer and pal Cody Delistraty offers his own tale.
It was three years ago that I went on my first date with a French girl.
She was from Brittany and thus had one of those terribly sexy accents that American tourists are always trying to imitate (“Eet woood be a plezzure to join yoo for deener”). As we left the restaurant and made our way along the Seine, the icy air whipped us mercilessly.
While an accent is a pretty superficial reason to go on a date, at the time, it seemed as legitimate of a reason as any. When the waiter brought my fish, he informed us that it had been boiled alive. What was I doing making dinner reservations at a restaurant that cooks its fish alive? We threw our gelato away, too cold to eat on this Eskimo-style date.