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 on the other side of the Atlantic, and now that I’m back in my own country, I guess I’m eager to start anew, and blogging seems to be something that my subconscious associates with my former life as a foreigner in France.
But for your sakes, dear readers, I am determined to overcome this subconscious block.
So to kickstart my new bloggerific life on this side of the Atlantic, I’ve decided to publish a list of all the things I miss about dating in France — all those elusive, intangible things that I took for granted while I was there.
Things I miss about dating in France:
You know that saying, “The grass is always greener on the other side”?
That’s a load of crap.
The grass is greener on THIS side, folks.
Let’s face it. If you’ve been long-time followers of Man-shopping in Paris, you must be convinced as I that there is nowhere to go but onward and upward from there.
Stay tuned. As soon as I get around to changing the above header to “Man-shopping in DC”, mayhem à la man-shoppeuse will continue to grace your internets.
Make no mistake, I am still as bat-crap mad as ever.
But trust me, I’m also still as delightful as ever, and I am ready to rumble.
The poor american lads will have no idea what’s in store for them.