It’s true that dating culture varies from the United States to France. It wasn’t Bridget Jones syndrome, where my social ineptitude or hand-eye coordination mishaps could be blamed. The main factor that increased my feminine mystique while in France was a certain : I was American.Though we may have had our differences, we still shared the commonality of being American.Before meeting my Frenchman, I had no idea how large of a role culture could play in relationships.From that moment on, we were in a crazy, complicated and cross-cultural relationship.
I'm French and I grew up in Bordeaux, in the southwest of the country. Julia: I feel like, in NYC specifically, you ALWAYS have to have the talk. K., I think that it's fine to date several people at once, provided it's still at the early stages and you're not taking the piss.
"I love your brother-in-law," I said in between bites of bad French pizza that we somehow managed to find along Boulevard de Clichy in Pigalle. "I just adore the dickens out of him."Henri put down his slice and his eyes began to look damp, as if he were about to cry. " Henri's brother-in-law was old enough to be my father.
Considering I had just complimented his family, I thought they would be tears of joy. " he asked in his thick French accent through a mix of sadness, anger, and betrayal. Heavy-set and intellectual, he had a house in the French Alps and a black Porsche; things some women might be wooed by, sure, but even if he weren't married to Henri's sister, I didn't want to leave Henri for him.
After we had said goodbye to our guests and made our way to the honeymoon suite—a rundown apartment in Montmartre that smelled of mildew and stinky cheese—I proceeded to recap the evening.
It was a wonderful wedding; everyone had a great time dancing until 3 a.m., a bottle of champagne in each hand.
But there I was, on our wedding night, consoling my husband and reassuring him that I didn't have any interest in his brother-in-law.