Once upon a time, I met a Frenchman who wanted to take me out for a picnic.
The day of the picnic, the weather was lovely. We spread out a blanket on the grass in the park and he poured me a glass of wine. He’d taken care of everything. We had spicy olives to snack on as we sipped on our wine. And to follow we had chicken breast fresh from the market that morning with deliciously sweet cherry tomatoes. And to finish a bag of yummy cherries.
Sounds perfect, doesn’t it? It was a nice gesture. He’d obviously gone to a lot of trouble and was eager to please me.
And yet… the magic wasn’t there. I tried. I thought, here’s a really nice guy. He’s sweet, he’s genuine, he’s openly telling me he’s looking for a long-term relationship. But I couldn’t bring myself to be attracted to him, body and mind.
It’s not like I have a “type” that I’m non-negotiable on. I’m pretty flexible on that (although there’s the height factor). It’s more the package that I’m attracted to: sense of humour, mentality, tone of voice, mannerisms, confidence. And with this guy, I can’t force it.
So the nice Frenchman doesn’t get a 3rd date unfortunately. I’m calling it quits. Call me crazy, but I need more than nice.
What about you? How far does nice take you?