I’m not sure where all the excitement stems from but maybe, just maybe there’s a grain of truth here somewhere.
And even though I’m writing this from the perspective of someone who’s lived in France for the past 3 years - and also from the point of view of being married to one of these fascinating creatures, I promise I won’t be too biased, ok?
But I would never do that to my Dad who would be very upset if I did. When I meet a man and I am without my husband, I’ll place within the first minutes of the conversation that “my husband blablabla… That usually is enough to make my state of mind really clear.
He is very kind hearted and we have a nice time together, but lately I have been wondering about things.
obsession about French people you’ve lived under a rock.
About the men as well as the women being - how can I say, somewhat holier than thou, sexier, better lovers, well cultured, better dressed, cooler, whatever?
I looking to find out if we are suffering from cultural misunderstandings or it is just not meant to be.
For example, we do not speak very often in between dates.