My French Man

My love (mon amour) is a French gentleman.

I realize that many woman dream of being whisked off their feet by a romantic French lover, being fed great food, having romantic, loving sex, French phrases being whispered in their ears. I am one of the lucky few North American woman who has a French man for myself. In this post I will tell you all the Frenchy things I love about my French Man (his name is Max!) for you to decide if you want one for yourself.

There are billions of things I love about my man but the icing on the cake is really his Frenchiness. I suppose I could if I tried, but I doubt that I would find these same qualities in a Canadian man. Tell me if I am wrong.

So with no further ado, here is the icing on the cake. Hopefully after you read it, all your hesitation will dissolve and you will meet the French lover of your dreams too!

  • I was immediately attracted by his style. He wears jeans that fit him, tucks in his shirts (collared shirts are a bonus too!), wears nice shoes and jackets, belts his pants. I know I never have to worry about giving him style advice because he is a stylish man.
  • He has such a sexy accent. What makes this quality even better is when he makes mistakes with English (although there are few) I find it very cute!
  • His mother tongue is nothing other than the Language of Love and I’ll tell you, I may not know everything he is saying but it does sound like love.
  • He eats anything and everything (makes it so easy for me to cook anything I want to!), he appreciates good food, and gets me to appreciate my food with him. He has brought me French food before (melt in your mouth) and it is definitely an appreciative experience. I cannot wait to go to France and taste his mom’s authentic French cooking!

  • He is a natural born wine connoisseur. He knows wine and I’ll tell you, when I need a perfect wine for my dinners, he is my man! Bringing back Champagne for me when he goes home to visit is a great bonus too!

and I saved the best for last…

  • Kisses, kisses, kisses, everywhere, all the time, no matter who is around. Yes! I love this!

Go ladies! Run out! Get yourself a French man!


I find it interesting that as soon as soon as I have “the plan” laid out and ready to execute, monumental obstacles come into my path and try to destroy my efforts. A huge obstacle has come into my way and it has me thinking.

Yesterday was my birthday! (YAY!) I woke up and made the decision that it would be a great day, I was going to do only what I wanted to do and take it easy. The day definitely started out that way until my mother called to wish me happy birthday. After wishing me happy birthday she proceeded to tell me that her and my stepfather have decided that they will not be paying for me to go to my sister’s wedding in Alaska, as they had promised months earlier. Her main reasoning is that I always get what I want, and if that is the case and I am going to continue to live my life the way I want to, then I should pay my own way as she says that, “I am deceiving and she thought I was poor and she was only paying because of that reason.” Sigh…Who knew that I was being deceiving in her eyes? (note: not me). I live my life to inspire, to follow my passion and it just so happens that besides food my other love is traveling, so I decided to take a trip this December. I did not realize that by taking this trip, my family would judge me as selfish and assume I must be rich.

Enough of this situation though. I cannot sink to that low-level and judge her back. Bottom line, I am expected now to pay my way to Alaska and I yet I am trying so hard to save for France.

Obstacles. They come in our way as a function of life to try to make us give up. That is their only function. The bigger the goal, the larger the obstacles. I think that is some kind of general rule for life but I’m not going to guarantee that. I for sure know that the other function of an obstacle is to overcome it, possibly deepening my faith in myself and life and also becoming stronger and more courageous in the process. Without the obstacle, how will I truly know what I am capable of achieving?

I will go to France and I have no doubt about it. I am also sure I will attend my sister’s wedding in Alaska. How? This cannot be answered just yet…