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. 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. Young writer and pal Cody Delistraty offers his own tale.
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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”). 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. I was young, and, accent aside, it was exciting to be going on my first date in Paris.
Yet, even in the most beautiful city in the world during the most beautiful time of year,…
