He has an inbred knowledge of such topics, and you are probably better off letting him make these school.
French men are well-rounded and as au curant about world affairs as they are about Beyonce’s latests pop-up album.
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.
Even if it seems like they’re not feeling it, it’s definitely possible that you’ll still end up having the romantic French encounter you’ve always (not-so-secretly) wanted.
A couple of nights ago, I was sitting in a restaurant with a mélange of expats and some poor Frenchies who had the misfortune of winding up in my presence. If French people stopped being so damn lazy and invested half of the time they spend complaining into actually doing something, magical things would happen.
With three functioning brain cells left to rub together after days of holiday boozing, I took a receipt and started mapping out a list of reasons why the spawn of Rimbaud and Baudelaire don’t seem to be doing it for me in the romantic sense. Cancer would be cured, the French economy would stop progressively going down the drain, unicorns would fly and procreate. However, I will argue in my defense and reinstate that hygiene in this country is suffering.
By the time a British man would have taken you out for dinner, you could have been on a minibreak with your French boyfriend, and met his mother.
That muddy period when you’re not sure how serious he is will be rapidly cleared up after you’ve been dating a French man for a week, by which time he’ll have begun referring to you as his girlfriend.