I've met a boy...

On one of my many walks around Paris, I found a great little shop that has lingerie for really reasonable prices and in lots of sizes (up to size 24!). It’s called Eurodif (58, rue Chaussée d’antin, in the 9th) and a pair of sexy undies costs less than 6 euros! Walked out with three pairs of lacy things for under 20 euros! And I have to say, being able to shop on a Sunday was such a lovely treat. One of the upsides of Christmas time!

In other news, I met a gorgeous boy in a café that I frequent for lunches. He asked me out! Woo Hoo! My first real date in France (not bad for 3 months, I’m thinking!). It was great; Paris is definitely a romantic city, no doubt about it. So far, we’ve had a comedy of language errors: he speaks no English! At one point he asked if I HAD kids and I said “hell no.” Turns out he’d asked if I “LIKED” kids, because he has one. The look on his face was priceless. Thankfully, I asked him to repeat the question! Another reason for language proficiency.

So, I figured he was younger than me. I had prepared myself for it. I asked him if he knew I was older. “Mais, oui. C’est pas grave,” he answered. So, even though I asked him on our first date NOT to tell me his age, I finally caved. “Tell me how old you are,” I asked through closed fingers. How much younger is he? Let’s just say that if you have fantasies of coming to Paris and meeting a younger man, I’m living your dream! Good news is that dating now actually seems possible in this town’ something that makes wanting to stay a lot more attractive.