As you may remember, a week ago I posted a invitation to ASK ME ANYTHING (the offer still stands by the way! I am certain I have said this before, and probably sound like a sad, broken record by now, but what shocked me the most is the lack of traditional, old-school chivalry in this country.) Some of you guys took me up on this and sent over your questions, a few of which appeared rather similar, or at least interlinked. For example, it is practically unheard of for a man to actually invite you on a proper dinner date, one that entails a reservation and possibly even picking you up in a taxi.
To express a reciprocation of interest, huddle with them in the corner for an extended period of time, possibly even making out to solidify the notion.
I know that may sound slightly slutty and slightly bizarre, but this is how French “dating” works.
This is a cultural thing, stemming from the fact that French women do not respond well to being approached, and tend to reward the poor fellows with dirty looks and snide repartees.
If I had a Euro for every time a guy mimics the stank face a Parisienne gives him if he dares to speak to her in a café, I would be rich.
After a brief foray into the world of online dating, it was time to test the dream. This means there is a little two-step that goes on when entering a restaurant.