Tag Archives: Parisian men
Ms. Umbrella Warrior Princess
For those of you who haven’t heard, the eastern coast of the U.S. was recently bombarded by Hurricane Irene. The reason I bring this up is because the torrential rains have forced us to break out our wellies and umbrellas. … Continue reading
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Ms. Nostalgia
It’s taken a while to settle into my non-expatriate life, and blogging hasn’t been on my list of priorities lately. And, quite frankly, I’ve had a hard time finding my blogging mojo. Words seemed to flow pretty freely for me … Continue reading
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Mr. Geisha Fantasy
Even after all this time, the most popular post on my blog is still Mr. Asian Fetish. Apparently, and perhaps for good reason, this is a hot button topic on the interwebs. Frankly, I have been reluctant to write about … Continue reading
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Sir Dance-a-lot
The other night I caught a glimpse of some of the most entertaining dance moves I’ve seen in a long time. Now, keeping in mind that my own dancing skills are questionable at best, the fact that I can criticize … Continue reading
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Ms. American Whore
France has always had a reputation for being somewhat more overt in the kind of sexuality that it allows to be portrayed in its advertising, media and entertainment. One would think that this would lead to a more desensitized sex … Continue reading
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Mr. Sexy Suit
Right. Time for some positivity about man-shopping in Paris! The last time that I wrote something nice about parisian men was probably my post on their derrieres. This time… … Let’s talk about suits, baby! The average american suit is … Continue reading
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Ms. Boyfriend Trainer
Julie over at French Toast sent me this link a while back, and I thought that it accurately/ironically illustrates the Parisian idea of a functional relationship. The link takes you to an online game called The Boyfriend Trainer, in which … Continue reading
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Mssrs. Gym Casanova
While I was tidying the other day, I found my old workout notebook, in which I also scrawled some of the more memorable lines that men have fed me at the gym. My long-time readers may remember that I spend … Continue reading
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Mssrs. Greatest Hits
This post is dedicated entirely to the assclownery, tooldouchery, and general rudeness that men have thrown at me over the past few years of my expatriate adventure. It’s unclear whether they wanted to get into my pants, offend me, or … Continue reading
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