Ladies and Gentleman, O’ye faithful followers, it’s time!
Maris in Paris: Season II The extended stay. This year I promise less museums,
more glitz, more glam more food and drink (always a good plan), a bit of travel
and less gay bars. Barking up more pointed trees. I’m proud to announce last year’s blog racked
up 5,000 hits an average of 40 or so each day still checking for more 10
months after the fact. You love me! You really love me!! Or the juicy tales
sometimes raunchy, sometimes sad but always unique and shocking stories of
foreign lands. Although, 30% of my
readers are European. Not too shabby for little ole American me.
Where to begin…I have so much to tell you. Let me start with
a little story about some very interesting research I’ve undergone. Did you
know there is no French word for Dating? Yup! They don’t do it. They meet
someone and they are automatically boyfriend and girlfriend. No titles
necessary. Monogamy is mandatory. That is of course unless you expressly say,
We are just “friends with sexual benefits” excluding daylight and group
functions. This part is the same as at home. Not the intriguing part. They try
it on for size and wait it out an average of 2-6 weeks celibate and then they
do the dirty. I hear 50% end there. No mojo, time to move on. Understandable.
The rest continue on only to see each other an average of 2 days a week for as
many years as it takes (FYI- In the UK that’s 2 years and 11 months).
Commitment without dating? Talk about blind
faith. They maintain their independence
unlike our crazy lustful American ways. We meet someone, we want you madly and
we tell each other so. We continue to date other people or keep the door open
and until I’d say a month later we go “Hey you want to be exclusive?” Then we
carry on until the passion dies, we get knocked up or hitched. A,B and C can
happen in cohesion. Don’t get your panties in a bunch if this does not apply to
you. It is of course my blog and my observations. I have been to a place or two
and had a conversation or 4.
I’m not certain what sounds more ridiculous. So instead of
trusting my better judgment I consulted the google machine for divorce rates. According
to the US Census, we are neck and neck at about 50% So, I guess Frenchies, do your thing and we’ll do ours. Mixed
continent daters be forewarned. Italy
had by far the lowest at 20%. I hope to find out the magic love potion while I’m
there next week and report back the goods. Free of charge and void of
commitment ;)
Au Revoir, my lover. I meet you here again on the morrow.
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