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I have one deal breaker. Mae West says kissing is a man’s signature. Signature or not, it also tells you everything you need to know about a man. 1 Year, 10 Projects, 100 Discoveries started with 10 Guys, 10 Weeks, 10 Drinks. The sequel is 10 Kisses, 10 Tastes. This post is part of that project. You can see all 10 kisses here and the entire project here. Get ready to pucker up, I am!
It never ceases to amaze me, but when you least expect it, love strikes. Walking along the Seine River outside Norte Dame, was where I found the French man, Pierre (not his real name). I smiled and he gifted me a pink Eiffel Tower keychain before asking if I wanted to go for a drink; an expresso that is. Well, not exactly, but I can’t remember what he called it in French. Needless to say, it was coffee, not alcohol.
Pierre spoke seven languages, so we communicated in a combination of broken French, English and Spanish, mixing the languages in a single sentence to understand each other. After drinks, we walked holding hands and cuddling. He first kissed me on a park bench across from the Cathedrale Norte Dame. As we walked under the bridges along the Seine, Pierre said he loved me in all three languages- je’taime, love, te quiero. When he asked if I loved him, I laughed and replied, “No. Maybe like.” His face fell with hurt, but he kissed me again anyway.
There’s a rumor that French men are great lovers. While I could tell Pierre would be good and attentive in bed, French kisses just aren’t my speed. Sloppy, aggressive and tasting of salty cinnamon, I think I’ll cross kisses from French men off my list for now.
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