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Three lessons I learned from 3 dates with 3 French men.
I’ll be single a while.
When I first moved to France, my neighbor told me the only way to learn French is to date a French man. I asked him to introduce me to his friends. He told me to get on the dating apps. Great.
My first app strategy wasn’t great. I felt that window shopping for men wasn’t a fair way to assess someone. Instead of looking at their pictures, I just swiped right 3 times and swiped left once. Needless to say, this was not a good strategy.
When I came back to France, I didn’t want to date, but I did want to meet people. So, I went to the apps again. This time, I window shopped. I read. Not one person was interesting to me. Well, that’s not true. As it turned out, one of my neighbors who has a very distinct look was on the apps. His profile was fascinating. Not to date, to read. He was unashamed of saying precisely what he was using the app for and what he expected if someone matched with him. He’s a dominant, in case you were curious. He also likes leather, whips, and chains. I am so curious about how he holds these things in his tiny French apartment, but I trust they’re kept somewhere. French people are quite tidy. My neighbor and I have never spoken.
Disappointed with the pool of options I had, I went back to a careless way of swiping. With this…