After seven years in Texas, I have almost forgotten what “walking” even means.In France, I used to walk for miles every day, and it was my primary mode of transportation in the city.
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.
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.
When I showed up for my date with Marcel, for example, part of me thought he might actually have a bouquet of flowers with him — that’s how over-the-top Romeo he’d seemed.
I was relieved that he skipped the roses; this may be Paris, but it’s not a Woody Allen movie.
After the usual exchange of Tinder pleasantries, he suggested we meet for a drink that night, but I was busy, so he asked for my number to connect on Whats App. At 36, I was burned out on dating in New York and sick of fielding questions about my love life from every aunt, neighbor, rabbi, and dental hygienist.
French guys really don’t play games — here’s what popped up on my phone the next day: “? But for all the parallels, there are about a dozen culture clashes that make finding a partner in this romantic city even more of a nightmare — just in completely different ways. If in New York you marshal an army of resources to pick the perfect first-date spot, here in Paris, men suggest just meeting at the metro and taking it from there.
He was a complete stranger, and I said hello to him in the Times Square subway station in New York City.