It was too intense.” On the plus side, at least Marcel paid for the bill and had suggested an actual location for our rendez-vous, which is far more than I can say for previous dates I’d been on with French men and something I’d grown accustomed to back in New York.It’s not so much about old-fashioned chivalry, but plain old generosity.
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.
They’re not going to slut-shame you.” And there’s some truth to the age-old clichés about Paris as the world capital of romance.
As Jenny, 28, another New York expat, reminded me: “The French love the idea of love.” Amy added: “It doesn’t seem to intimidate them as it intimidates us.” So the next time some Marcel, Mathieu, or Laurent sends me a screen full of emojis, or starts caressing my arm without warning, I’m going to try to open up more freely without judgement.
While many Americans come to Paris because of love, I came, in part, for the possibility of finding it.
In New York, where I’d lived before moving to Paris, kissy faces were reserved for further along in the relationship — you know, like post-marriage.