French, they tend to move much
faster than I’m used to, leading to some
uncomfortable end of the night decisions of,
‘should I stay or should I go’? It’s not as
simple as when in Rome, do as the
Romans; I’ve gone wrong following either
approach. Not going home with one Francais
bruised his ego so badly he never called
me again whereas on another occasion it
left le garcon dying to see me. Giving in
and staying over on the first date has led
to both disappointment and some of the
most passionate nights of my life.
Other forms of forwardness can be
manifested in situations that many foreign
femmes would find inappropriate. Since
being in Paris, I’ve had to dodge undesired
feisty flirtations from bosses, indecent
proposals by married men and unfair pursuits