Dating tales of Paris

Here I am, a single girl in Paris, the city of love, romance and lights. Yet I have found no such thing after MONTHS of bad dating.

Seriously, months of it! What's a girl gotta do to get some romance around here?

This is part one of multiple posts, and you will soon see the purpose of it all.

So let me tell you all about my French men experience. Of course I expected love to be different in Paris, but in all the best ways! Sultry men, smoking their cigarettes, whispering sweet French nothings in my ear working all their god-given French charm.

Reality, as always, was a mile away.

Firstly, can someone explain to me how to get hot men to speak to you?! And then how to keep them in line after?

This was a learning lesson for me in that French dating varied a lot from Anglo-Saxon dating. The biggest rule being that once you had gone on a few dates and kissed you were pretty much boyfriend and girlfriend.

In a strange way I liked that. None of the dating multiple people confusion, straight to the point, no games.

However what I found was that the French like space. They don't have to be together all the time, in fact seeing each other once or twice a week is sufficient, even at the very beginning love infatuated stages.

What happened to romance?
The need and utmost desire to see someone as much as you could! Riding the last metro at 1 in the morning to go for a midnight walk with your lover?

Is romance dead in Paris?

Or just in my life?

More to come....