What up cool-version Emilyyyyyys. Step right up to your earth-shatteringly intellectual Friday forum.
Oh come on, don’t be embarrassed… at least you’re not the one writing this post(!)
I assure you I’ve added some feminist reading recs at the bottom to balance things out.
But let’s face it. For all his foibles, there’s as much as of a weird international aura around the Frenchman as his female counterpart. A shaggy-haired Louis Garrell in a trench coat with a cigarette hanging from his lips, anyone?
Not everyone’s type, I grant you. But you’ve got to at least appreciate the next-level nonchalant layering.
And Obviously I don’t think finding or having a man, French or otherwise, has ever been the key to true happiness.
But a bit of flirting —which French men are obviously world heavyweight champions at—never hurt anyone.
Plus, some of y’all do ask me a) where I met my husband, and b) where in Paris to meet cute in general. Honestly, the latter isn’t always that easy to answer. Sure, my British friends say that when they get off the Eurostar they are immediately struck by the hotness of the men-folk here (ok, maybe not in the actual Gare du Nord, but soon thereafter)… but where all they all headed, with their pacey little walks and perfectly-scuffed sneakers?
Side note: I think the Brits can be a bit hard on their own kind but that’s another subject for another day.
I know what you’re thinking. What do I know? I’m not on the hunt these days and can’t go out as much as before with the kiddos. But I surveyed a bunch of my sophisticated, self-assured, take-no-BS or prisoners French girlfriends before writing this.
So, Loyal Subscriber, I give you the best bars and restaurants for meeting French fitties of all varieties, as my friends and I see it. Don’t say you’re not getting your money’s worth ha, ha.
Incidentally, none of them are a bad place for a date with your lover if you’ve already found them. Or with your friends because maybe they are your true soulmates anyway, Charlotte.