A glutten for punishment, I decided to book myself on two speed dating evenings in January. Why? Well, first, everyone, EVERYONE, around me appears to be in a couple. Everywhere I look, I see fusions of people. It’s almost like the French don’t do single. So, my solution: back to the speed dating.
At least there, I know that the guys are (supposed to be) single. So there’s no embarrassment of eyeing a guy up, only for his girlfriend to appear out of nowhere. And by signing up, I’m moving on from my no-go relationship with my previous Frenchman.
I figure practise makes perfect. I need to learn the skill that is charming a Frenchman. I can hook them, but I can’t keep them. I should look back a few posts and start practising what I preach. Yes, yes, I’ll do that. Starting January. My new year’s resolution: to get it right this year. To find out what it really is to date a Frenchman. Then all my wisdom will be yours!
Keep your fingers crossed for me. Here’s hoping.