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I quickly decided that I wouldn’t include pictures of myself pointing at the Eiffel Tower, no marinière and beret, only a faithful caption in my bio that said a lot about me—“Best French-accent imitator.” Not too revealing, and mysterious enough to hide any evidence of being French, which I had a feeling would be bait for some guys trying to tick a box.And believe it or not, I’m more than my nationality. “You’re hot enough to melt fire and burn Satan,” some man wrote, leaving me genuinely confused. I’ve been exposed to the same type of gross comments in person in France when taking the subway or walking on the street, but they never popped up on my phone during the middle of day.To avoid an awkward situation, I simply told him that I wasn’t feeling it.
It’s amazing how the moment a man finds out I’m French, he becomes so eager to relay what he learned from that fateful 2001 song. After swiping left and right for about two months, I had my first date with Andre, a 27-year-old engineer who “has 22 country stamps on his passport.” I thought that my English would be the toughest part of the rendezvous, but I was wrong — that fell to agreeing on the spot at which to meet. I was unclear if this was normal for a first date in America, but in my gut, I knew it was purely an invitation to have sex.
It was like having the same nightmare over and over again, and turns out, it was just the petits fours.