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January 2009 
Falling in love with a Frenchman
Posted on Mar 21st, 2008
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Allison
Allison
Ok, so falling in love with a Frenchman is something I am yet to do, but now fully determined I must do in this lifetime.
I just returned from my first trip to Paris. J'adore Paris! I had an absolutely fabulous time. It was so fun to be in a different culture for a short time.
It was day 2 and I found myself at the base of the arc de triomphe. As I stood there, looking at it with all its magnificence I was completely overwhelmed by it size and nearly giddy with its beauty. Without thinking i turned to my friend and said with astonishment, "It is just so beautiful for something with absolutely no purpose!" Now I must admit there was a purpose, I mean who wouldn't want a magnificent structure to walk under after commanding victory in battle. But to my American mind, it really served no current purpose at all.
Days later I found myself gazing at the eiffel tower with much of the same sentiment. And it occurred to me. In my romanticized and biased mind, the French seem to care much more for beauty than we Americans. We seem so much more driven by practicality or maybe more accurately functionality, rather than beauty.
We are a society of people constantly doing. Could it be the French are a society of people in love with being?
That is when I noticed it. The look on the face of a french man as he gazes across the table at his lover. The men looked at their women, in a way I am sure I will not adequately put into words. A way, in fact, that I am quite certain would have creeped me out a few years ago, and may still make me a bit uncomfortable to the be the recipient of today. To use a totally lame, illustration, it was as if they were drinking in the beauty of the woman before them. Such appreciation for the woman, just for being, yes just being her radiantly, beautiful, self. It was as if they were addicted and drawn to her.
Now I am a driven, ambitious woman, who does well, in this driven, "doing" society. And to be honest, I love nothing more than for a man to look at me with honor and appreciation for my mind, intellect, and even my drive. But I definitely have something to learn from the French. Maybe it is from the French women I have lessons to learn, lessons on how to radiate, and fully embody my feminine beauty. But for now, I will appreciate the memories of the beauty of Paris, will open my eyes to the beauty around me, and perhaps turn up my inner sparkle, radiance if you will, just a notch.
And of course, there is always the possibility of falling for a Frenchman...
I just returned from my first trip to Paris. J'adore Paris! I had an absolutely fabulous time. It was so fun to be in a different culture for a short time.
It was day 2 and I found myself at the base of the arc de triomphe. As I stood there, looking at it with all its magnificence I was completely overwhelmed by it size and nearly giddy with its beauty. Without thinking i turned to my friend and said with astonishment, "It is just so beautiful for something with absolutely no purpose!" Now I must admit there was a purpose, I mean who wouldn't want a magnificent structure to walk under after commanding victory in battle. But to my American mind, it really served no current purpose at all.
Days later I found myself gazing at the eiffel tower with much of the same sentiment. And it occurred to me. In my romanticized and biased mind, the French seem to care much more for beauty than we Americans. We seem so much more driven by practicality or maybe more accurately functionality, rather than beauty.
We are a society of people constantly doing. Could it be the French are a society of people in love with being?
That is when I noticed it. The look on the face of a french man as he gazes across the table at his lover. The men looked at their women, in a way I am sure I will not adequately put into words. A way, in fact, that I am quite certain would have creeped me out a few years ago, and may still make me a bit uncomfortable to the be the recipient of today. To use a totally lame, illustration, it was as if they were drinking in the beauty of the woman before them. Such appreciation for the woman, just for being, yes just being her radiantly, beautiful, self. It was as if they were addicted and drawn to her.
Now I am a driven, ambitious woman, who does well, in this driven, "doing" society. And to be honest, I love nothing more than for a man to look at me with honor and appreciation for my mind, intellect, and even my drive. But I definitely have something to learn from the French. Maybe it is from the French women I have lessons to learn, lessons on how to radiate, and fully embody my feminine beauty. But for now, I will appreciate the memories of the beauty of Paris, will open my eyes to the beauty around me, and perhaps turn up my inner sparkle, radiance if you will, just a notch.
And of course, there is always the possibility of falling for a Frenchman...
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Ahh, I am so envious. I'm glad you had a great time. It IS amazing…the beauty of it all. Yes, we have lessons still to learn. :)
Love,
Lauren
I can agree with you when it comes to the French and how they may perceive things in a differnt way than us Americans. I will saw however that it is never a distant dream to fall in love with a French man. I know I have. The language is absolutely astounding and the way it rolls of their tounges is jaw dropping wisk me off my feet and marry me sort of thing.
I am just begining to learn the language myself and though difficult at times. its worth it once you visit Paris. I hope my trip to France will be everything I hope it will be. I am going to France this coming October thru November. A bit rainy and cold, but I am from Seattle, so this weather doesn't phase me! LOL!
I will let you on a little secret…. Just as woman love to be adored by the French Man, it is the same thing for us guys. One easy way to fall for a french guy is to wrap yourself into the culture that stands before you. Know that the French are completely passionate about love, life and culture. They take pride in knowning that they can and do the know the meaning of true love!
Good look in your lifes journey, it make take you places that you have never dreamed of, but most of all never give up the hope. Its the most important ingrediant in life to make you, who you are as an individual. Hope is strength and hope is after all love in itself if you really think about it; though, who I am to talk I am not a connoiseur in french match making! :)
J'ake