Hi, I'm a nice Canadian girl who wants to meet, and fall in love with a French man. Why a French man? Well, because last year I went to Paris, and I fell in love with the city, the language, the culture, and, last, but definitely not least, the French men, so, I thought to myself, why not ask for exactly what I want, and see what happens. Because unless one asks, one will never know. Je veux etre fou d'amour. I hope that make sense. My French is poor, but I am an excellent student, and I'd love some special man to teach me French.... could be fun, nes pas?
I'd be happy to send a photo if we make a connection, but unless and until we establish some degree of rapport, and/or emotional compatibility, there's no reason to exchange photos.
My Perfect Sunday Morning: We wake up in each other's arms and kiss and cuddle and make sweet love. Then we fall asleep again. You wake up to my sweet kiss on your cheek and see that I've prepared a tray of fresh coffee, croissant and fresh strawberry preserves. We lay in bed and enjoy our breakfast and read the newspaper and current art magazines and talk about the things we find interesting. After a leisurely breakfast, you get up to shower and invite me to join you....and I do.
So, now that you know my perfect Sunday morning, what's yours?
