A romantic walk in the moonlight, a picnic along the Seine, people think that dates with Frenchmen are oh so romantic. But what about a bad date with a Frenchman? They happen too!
You meet your Frenchman for a drink. It’s a lovely café, you lean in towards each other, you chat away, he’s all right in the looks department, the conversation seems good. Then he suggests dinner. You think, well sure why not!
He picks a nice restaurant, you order, you’re sipping another drink. And then the ex talk kicks in. Because now he feels comfortable with you he figures he would quite like to unload all of his crap on you. So he spends the next two and half hours taking you through his last three ex’s. From his problem with emotional dependency, needing to “save” his girlfriends, to their problem with borderline personality disorder, their beating him, their trying to strangle him, their cheating on him. The full nine yards. And then some.
You sit there, you listen, you think what on earth, when is he going to stop? Which is when you realize he isn’t going to stop. So you give him a tip – that maybe he shouldn’t do this next time he’s on a date. To which he apologizes and then continues unloading his crap anyway.
I think that some Frenchmen have really been through hell. But the strange thing is, when they fall on a nice, normal woman, instead of trying to get to know her and possibly date her, they just use her momentarily as a shrink… then go back to dating psycho bitches.