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For whatever reason, I went forward with the date with Andre. Once I got there, I started to feel really nervous, and when I’m nervous, my accent becomes even stronger.
I had to repeat what I was saying a couple of times, every time I spoke.
It’s amazing how the moment a man finds out I’m French, he becomes so eager to relay what he learned from that fateful 2001 song. After swiping left and right for about two months, I had my first date with Andre, a 27-year-old engineer who “has 22 country stamps on his passport.” I thought that my English would be the toughest part of the rendezvous, but I was wrong — that fell to agreeing on the spot at which to meet. I was unclear if this was normal for a first date in America, but in my gut, I knew it was purely an invitation to have sex.
To avoid an awkward situation, I simply told him that I wasn’t feeling it.
I quickly decided that I wouldn’t include pictures of myself pointing at the Eiffel Tower, no marinière and beret, only a faithful caption in my bio that said a lot about me—“Best French-accent imitator.” Not too revealing, and mysterious enough to hide any evidence of being French, which I had a feeling would be bait for some guys trying to tick a box.
the last date I had in Paris, we spent the day strolling along the Seine on a sunny summer day.
The man I was seeing, a 26-year-old business student, was a typical caricature of a French man: elegant and a bit shy, but constantly smiling.
Dickxhibitionists and lame pickup lines were coming at me fast. “Yes, we love crêpes.” “No, we don’t eat bread every morning.” “Nope, you won’t die if you eat some snails.” No matter whom I was matching with, the conversation became pretty identical, and I had to field questions like I was a second-grade teacher.
It was like having the same nightmare over and over again, and turns out, it was just the petits fours.