Illustration by Inslee Haynes
How did I meet Séb? For the new reader just jumping on board this cray train called my blog, this is a good question. He certainly didn't just appear after my personal and emotional tsunami of 2011. After months of a stubborn depression, I really had to force myself to get back out there.
God, I hate that expression. How does one exactly put themselves "out there" in a city known for being so closed off? Paris isn't exactly that social mecca that Barcelona is. Meeting people, nevermind your soul mate is difficult here!
Fear not little coquine. With the guidance a French guy friend of mine, I was sent to a dating site called a AdopteUnMec.com where it was a shopping extravaganza of men. Within a week, I started feeling less like a rejected loser and more like a girl gone wild with opportunities for the next adventure at her fingertips.
Here is the original post of me "putting myself out there", and much more exciting, here is a piece I submitted for Girl's Guide to Paris; Shopping for Men in Paris*, using my....gasp....real first and middle name.
Scary. I feel naked.
And for you ladies in Paris wanting instant gratification, check out what happened when Mary Kay of Out and About in Paris went to their temporary free-standing store!
*A paragraph was printed twice. I hope the editors remove it soon, but until then, please disregard.
