La Parisienne is a myth. Straight up.
Walking in Paris fancy neighbourhoods, one will surely run into many pretty and elegant women. Granted. But what most foreigners do not know about Parisian women is that they all share the same objective in life. The same motto that guides every single one of their actions. And that is: not to be a slut.
The consequences of standing for such a noble cause are plenty. The most evident ones are: absence of flirting, resolute absence of sex appeal, constant sobriety, no cleavage and contempt for all women who do not stand for the same cause… Throughout their twenties and thirties, most Parisiennes are in a relationship (which of course annihilates the concept of a single scene in Paris). No matter how lame it is, a stable relationship is the best shield against being considered a slut.
At some point though, their relationship comes to an end, usually when Parisian men get sick of begging their women for oral gratification. These break-ups lead to very serious life questioning and to much experimentation that usually goes untold at family reunions.
Needless to say, this unilateral take on life plunges both Parisian men and women into a very deep sexual misery.
Thankfully enough, Paris is a beautiful city.
A quick peak inside a Parisian bar will give you a good indication of how love works in the City of Love. A traditional bar in Paris will be 75% guys. 22% foreign girls and a handful of French girls on the loose (usually just accompanying their boyfriends). In bars, Parisian men discover an unsuspected reality: foreign girls are different. They can dance. They drink. They have fun.
There is usually no coming back.
Examples of illustrious Frenchmen ending up with foreign women are plenty: our current President (Italian) and Prime Minister (Welsh), Vincent Cassel (Italian), Olivier Martinez (Australian)… Proving that even for Parisian men with wealth, charm and power, foreign women are, really, the way to go.
NB: At Ô Chateau, we fight against sexual misery in Paris. We organize each month a “Soirée Wine Dating“ in Paris. Next one is Sept 1st. Please tell your male Parisian friends to sign up. Inscriptions are closed for women.
Useful tip: When liking a Parisienne, start not liking her, it will make her like you
Sound like a Parisienne: « Pfff…»
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OMG! Iknew I was actually Parisian.
hahaha this is so true.
hmmm… this is so interesting conclusion… I love reading it.
/Ewa
Very funny….I agree with most although I have travelled the metro numerous occasions, having jumped on only to turn my head and see a “les parisiennes” with tops showing more than enough cleavage, so much so that I can’t tear my eyes away. And I turn to look at all the men in the carriage just to see if their eyes have been diverted also!
Hahahaha! Trop vrai!
I have an American friend (male) who says the same thing about us (American women). Maybe men just like foreign women. I do pity a man who has to beg for a bj though.
Your writing is hysterical and accurate. I have never so eagerly waited for a new posting in my life. Though I have realized a sad reality about myself, I would fit in very well in Paris….but then again, since I would be miserable BUT in Paris I could easily and happily handle it….
So that’s why, with my obviously foreign (read: daggy) clothes, Parisian men keep asking me to coffee!
Though I do think you should write about the men and their proclivity to think they are sexy beasts while being more then silghtly afraid that the world will discover they really aren’t. Quite a combo.
Things still not going your way??
Thanks a lot for this great post!
However, I’d like to state that Parisian women behavior described above mostly prevail for Wealthy districts parisian women.
On the other side of the spectrum, in other Paris’ districts women are as sexy as any other major Capital city in the world. Newly arrived parisian women, in Paris for a professional career boost, or coming to complete their college curriculum, are also really great. They succeed to keep their “Province” warm attitude while dressed trendy and sexy (no snikers here sir!).
Nonetheless, whatever they are from, one thing no one would contest, I hope, parisian women hibernate from September to end of April, period during which flirting is as rare as finding a smile on their face.
Agree?
Bon et alors moi c’est un Ecossais -mon cher et tendre qui a epouse une Parisienne… Le pauvre!
I must be living in a different Paris. OK, the bar scene is described correctly, but the fashion of clothes worn in the summer by the women of Paris are the best. Many former ex-pats, after retruning to the U.S., still miss the summers here even years after they have left…
Thank you guys for all these comments…
Nat / GV : I don’t believe pretty clothes and the occasional cleavage change a thing. The spirit is prude… so the vibe is lame!
Nicole : American girls… cold? Are we talking about the same America?!
Patricia: Thank you very much. I’ll do my best not to disappoint you too much
Fi: Coffee only?
YRO/DBSF: True that en province, and overseas, French girls are usually more friendly. Thank God!
My French husband married me, an American woman - dragged my ass all the way to Paris and we have discussed just this same thing. Your observations are consistent with ours- sadly. All of my husband’s French girlfriends will never dance or smile, rarely add to a conversation and are extremely possessive of their men. Many of them make their boyfriends miserable… yet they stay.
Maybe you can share your ideas on why the French men stay with these clingy, sad saps? Wow! I really thought it was just us being catty… meow meow.
And I agree with Patricia as I also eagerly await each post from you.
Correction: what I meant was “all of my husband’s friend’s girlfriends …. not his girlfriends (although that would hold true as well).
That’s exactly what I said when he told me that. Teases, sure, but never cold.
That explains why I had such a great time as a naive 19 year old in Paris, and the artist in the Place des Vosges who invited me to share some ‘illict moments’ when I returned 30 years later!
Well… I generally assume it’s coffee plus something a little extra! So I say no, and the reply is always, “Pourquoi?” to which I can only say, “Parce que!” because of my lack of French language, and walk merrily on my way.
On second thought, I have been known to reply to the original question with, “Pourquoi pas!” much to their delight.
I am convinced that all French men think of nothing else but sex all day long. French woman I am convinced do not. But thankfully, American woman I am sure think of nothing but– especially when they are visiting Paris.
Just FYI - the PM’s wife is Welsh, not Scottish.
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Américaines…fabuleux!
Bullshit!!!
Criticize the parisian woman just to promote ur party, is unfair and so ungentlemen…
The “parisienne” touch is still alive…
Hey!!
Hope you all had a great weekend.
Mouse: ‘Illicit moments’… damn, some guys are good!!
Jadore: seems likle your husband is the smart one of his friends!
Fi: Café gourmand?
Anglosaxonne: Good point - my mistake!
Ms Glaze: I’m afraid it’s not a French thing. The tyranny of physiology!
Sharon: what can I say?!
Ben: I’m afraid this blog is just a personal and humorous take on all things Parisian. I somewhat wish I didn’t, but I believe in every word I wrote there. I’m glad you don’t… My tip to you: don’t travel!
Last comment was maybe too much! But I love French Women! What I can do?
Nevertheless nice blog… post are interesting…
Yeah, Olivier, cafe gourmand… Tres gourmand!
It is more interesting to date a foreigner…
I tried to make friends among French women but did not succeed. I guess I was trying too hard..:) r was it something else?
I don’t like that being polite and nice has connotations of being stupid…
Olivier…when is your b-day?
Linny… Many things have connotations of being stupid in France.
I was born on a 5th of July.
If you ask to send me a present, just know that I gladly accept presents, wire transfers on my account in Switzerland, invitations to fancy restaurants and unforgettable bottles of wine all year round.
Now if you ask to know my sign… I guess that makes me a cancer. Is that a good thing?
yes I was asking for a sign. If you insist, though, I could send you a bottle of Southern Moravia wine. My French friends did not like it too much (I wonder what they said to their French friends) but you never know!!!:)
I am very impressed by your English and wit…
cf Mr Flaubert - “BLONDES: Plus chaudes que les brunes (v. brunes)… BRUNES: Plus chaudes que les blondes (v. blondes)… ROUSSES: V. blondes, brunes…” (Dictionnaire des idees recues). Plus ca change.
xb
Badaude… si seulement, ca pouvait changer… les Romantiques et les autres n’en seraient que plus heureux!
When I arrived in Paris from my Province, I always had a little smile on my face, since I didn’t understood why everyone in the metro seemed so depressed… However, I fast understood why Parisian women had this strange behaviour, after beeing accosted several times by very unpleasant and dull men, and after beeing insulted a lot of time because, no, I really didn’t want to waste any time drinking a coffee with such dull persons!
And know, in the metro or when walking alone in the street, I am certainly looking as sexy as smiling as the woman on the picture above
But if people, and especially strangers, just want to tlak a little or need some help, I am happy! However, they indeed have first to guess that I am not actually this grouchy person I seem to be
ah yes, I am an Americaine who has enjoyed many illicit rendezvous with sexy French men. thank god the Parisiennes are so cold - it makes the mecs so easy to seduce! someday I’ll get back to Paris…
fun blog, keep it up
Good words.