Paris Charming

Parisian men… what can I say about them? Well, there is a lot to say. I could generalize and state that this well-dressed species behave no different than tigers hunting for their prey. This is true in some cases, but they come strong and they come gentle.

For an American girl a Parisian man can be just what the doctor ordered. Unlike the typical Mr. U.S.A, a French man does not stand and wait in the back of the bar. They will talk to you, look into your eyes, buy you a drink, caress your hand, and when the moment is right… kiss you like you’re the only woman in the world.

This all sounds cliché right? Try sitting in a café alone with a book and your nice cup of chocolat chaud. If a man doesn’t sit right next to you and tell you all about his life, then you’re still guaranteed some good “eye sex” from the attractive wait staff.

Sure these Parisian Casanovas have plenty of amorous adventures, but there is a beautiful quality that they possess. No, it’s not a physical quality (although those are quite nice). It is how they live, and most importantly, how they live in the moment. Though tomorrow may be another day consumed with new rendezvous and another lit cigarette, in that one instant with Mr. Paris you are heard and you are made to feel like the extraordinary woman that you are.

Paris is not romantic because you’re supposed to fall in love and kiss in front of the Tour Eiffel. No. Paris is romantic because you open your heart to a complete stranger, you have conversations you would never think of having, and you share a moment with one person who, though you may not know very well, seems to be the only one you want to walk down the street with for hours.