For those who are unfamiliar, Tinder is a mobile app for dating.
If you’re on Tinder, you’re probably familiar with this thought process; this is generally my experience every time I open it.
After a year of living in France, my standards have plummeted to the point where I am shocked if a man offers to buy me a drink or gives up his seat in the metro for me. I have two Latin American girlfriends currently in relationships with French men.
These guys are your classic douchebags and are relatively easy to spot. The French haven’t really wrapped their minds around the concept of “dating” yet. They’ll probably refer to you as their “girlfriend” after the second date, say “I love you” some two weeks into it, and possibly propose to you before a year is up. There’s one technique I’ve experienced a few times that I call the washing machinewhen a guy sticks his entire tongue in your mouth, doesn’t move his lips, and swirls his tongue around in big, circular motions. But they’re also not afraid to drink a Cosmopolitan in public. Obvious bonus: an accent so hot that they can read the small print on a beer bottle and make it sound sexy. A French man’s personal style is very uniform-y, and he tends to have a closet filled with variations on the same outfit.
But if #3 is any indication of how they’re catching up, I’d advise you to act now before they figure out that dating five girls at once is an unfortunate common practice in America. Good news for you if he’s into basic jeans, cashmere sweaters, and well-cut blazers.
So, if you happen to have a passion for fine brie, with its rich texture and moldy crust and volatile explosion of flavors, go for it.
Just make sure that you have a really strong stomach first.
It’s entirely based on physical attractiveness, and it’s shallow and ridiculous yet incredibly entertaining.