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In response, I got the reassuring “No worries—I’m not a rapist” and a sarcastic “You’re such a nun.”For a (long) minute, I regretted downloading Tinder.
This unashamed sexual pressure was completely new and weird.
the last date I had in Paris, we spent the day strolling along the Seine on a sunny summer day.
“I know a few words of French: ‘bonjour,’ ‘madame,’ ‘oui.’” Congratulations, you have Google.For whatever reason, I went forward with the date with Andre. Once I got there, I started to feel really nervous, and when I’m nervous, my accent becomes even stronger.I had to repeat what I was saying a couple of times, every time I spoke.Don’t get me wrong—it’s not that hooking up isn’t a thing in France, but in general, once we find ourselves seeing someone multiple times, we’re both giving it our best shot to be in a relationship with commitments and sacrifices from the beginning.It’s within this quite conservative yet forever romantic vision of love that I moved to the US in 2017 at the age of 23, leaving behind my Camembert diet and safe place to pursue my own version of the American dream.
In France, sex and intimacy aren’t so easily insinuated or discussed so early on—and a woman holds a lot of the power in deciding if she’s interested in the man pursuing her.