After eight months in Paris and no progress in the French lover department I continued to wonder if it had something to do with the guys I passed up.Â Case in point, when I arrived in February, I met a French guy name Cean. Cean had recently moved back to Paris after living in the States and Thailand. While living in Miami he met his future wifeâ€¦a Jamaican girl from the Bronx. They eventually moved to New York where they lived until they divorced.
Cean is not your average Frenchman. The day we met, he was wearing a Jamaican beanie and mentioned how he thought Black people were the salt of the earthâ€¦.or something like that. Usually I am turned off by this rhetoric but I strangely found myself attracted to Ceanâ€™s energy. He gave up a lucrative career in the States to work on his familyâ€™s land to create an organic farm. Cean told me his life story in one eveningâ€”the good, the bad and slightly ugly. I found myself completely enthralled. My only issue was that I had a picture of the perfect Parisian romance in my headâ€¦.and it didnâ€™t include a tattooed Frenchman with a New York swagger and baggage. I decided to pass.
I saw Cean for the first time since February this past weekend at a friendâ€™s party. We chatted the entire evening. I was still attracted to him.Â At the end of the evening he invited me to visit him in the South of France. Despite my initial reservations I found myself saying yes. I have a ticket booked for next weekend. I canâ€™t help but thinking that maybe the second time is the charm?
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