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My friends in the US had warned me that online dating is a nightmare. A site for only good-looking people, at least I’d be able to look at the guy, but I was raw and afraid of rejection. There is a French version, but I wasn’t looking for a father for future children and didn’t want to limit myself.Men want young girls, or mothers to help them with their kids, or just a one-night stand. Adopte a Mec (Adopt a Dude in English) sounded great: young, fun, and with a great sense of humor.
Gleeden, a site for married women looking for extra curricular activities, was not the right slipper for this Cinderella either. Their logic is that divorces with a home and children won’t be putting pressure on them for a home and children.I met a scientist from the Pasteur Institute who was absolutely fascinating, but stoned out of his gourd and five years younger than he had claimed.I met a congressman who had been a doctor before joining politics and still couldn’t figure out how his last girlfriend had gotten pregnant, making him the 55-year old dad of an infant.I didn’t meet the American expat from Neuilly who called saying he’d be there an hour early, asking if I minded joining him so we’d have more time together…After 20 years of happily ever after, my husband awoke one morning in our Paris apartment a changed man, a man in a midlife crisis. We already had two kids and I was the other side of 40. He wanted to work endless hours, have a wife without children, hang with 30-year olds.
In six weeks I went from that lady at dinner parties with an adoring husband whispering, “You are the most beautiful woman in the room” to single mom-dom.
Which is how I found myself dating online in Paris.
Which left me with Meetic, the most popular site in France.? Profile uploaded, I was ready to wait, but actually didn’t have wait long. The relationship can start out being just about fun and sex.
It turns out Anglo-Saxon ladies are a much-sought-after exotic on the Parisian dating scene. Finally, I learned that no one ever uses a real, recent photo of themselves.
I did, and I think it explains why just about every man I met asked for a second date. The first weekend that my girls were off with their Dad, I decided it was time to meet some of the men I’d been chatting with.
I organized a few coffee dates, nine to be exact; one for the morning, one for the afternoon, and one for the early evening on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.