American dating french woman
All dark memories of New York–sipping overpriced drinks at clubs while men pointedly ignored me–dissolved in a wash of flirtation.
But despite the quantity of my interactions, the quality left something to be desired. Our conversations, which kicked-off with cultural differences and anecdotes about America, never seemed to progress.
Even after I fixed my mangled conjugations and verb tenses, my accent betrayed my origins.
An activity as simple as my ordering a drink piqued people’s interests because it was a natural ice breaker: Oh, are you American?!
To him, my personality, my values and my views were nothing more than “Americanisms”, even when that connection didn’t exist or matter.
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Before long, I had the dating life every 20-something dreams about.
My proverbial pocketbook was full of outings for coffee, at the movies, and over drinks.
Regardless, I found myself in conversations and situations—dating situations—that were totally foreign to me.
In France, I was distinctly recognizable as une étrangère the moment I opened my mouth.