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As a French woman living in London, I read Ed Cumming’s latest piece about our apparent preference for British men with great interest.
Though I have to admit that it is factually correct – at least judging from my group of friends – the reasons he gave for why we’d rather be dating specimens from your side of the Channel couldn’t be further from the truth.
Take for instance interrupting while someone else is still talking.
For a start, everything we do is apparently French, therefore charming.
If we happen to be wearing some sort of lipstick and have a haircut that’s not basically shaved or ridiculously long, we’ll get compared to Amelie Poulain.
A less obvious charm of the rosbif would be their near total incapacity to not be awkward in social situations.
While the French tend to be extremely straightforward and hit on anything with a pulse and a cleavage, the Brits will either need to down half a dozen pints or be convinced that you’re the love of their life to make a move.
I’ve also had several friends who’ve cooked some fairly unremarkable dishes for lovers, and were incredibly amused by the torrents of compliments they got in return.