Paris dating english
A week prior we had shared the sheer joy and shock of beating Manchester City, the reigning English champions, at their home stadium, the Etihad.
” “Yeah.” “I don’t know, can I ask you a Euro-dating question?
You may be able to express yourself very well as a native speaker in your own tongue, but you’re limited in expressing your views, your jokes, and your personality when her English is also limited.
You can only get so far in the B1 French I currently speak. These are hardly insurmountable challenges if you are really interested in someone.
After years of dating pretty much only “American girls” (whatever that means) it’s quite a thing to be in a situation in which you meet people from all over the globe who speak every language imaginable. As an activity it’s pretty far up the ladder in Maslow’s hierarchy of needs (in the “love/belonging” category) and last year constantly held the spectres of visa challenges, housing, startup, learning French, etc. But I did find a carryover from my American dating days: the rule that a distance apart of more than 30 minutes by car = “long-distance relationship.” As someone who has never entirely comfortable with American over-reliance on cars (I was taking the subway in Singapore by myself when I was 6 years old), I never wanted to spend a lot of time in them.
They were funny and nice, and as we bundled up to leave after the match I snagged Jane’s number (her name is not Jane). A couple days later the hi was returned with an apology for the delay. Now, this is just an isolated case, you might reasonably object. Okay, except I’ve also experienced this with a German girl who I’ve been on multiple dates with.
She works in a thinktank and keeps long days and she also has a 2-3 day response time.