Myth number 3: They have a good sense of smell I read somewhere that in terms of perfume, the French are skilled like no other in determining what is what. One thing’s for sure…as far as aftershave, the men (and women) either do too much or nothing at all. Most artificial perfume/aftershave is a chemical nightmare, but that’s another article.
Myth number 4: They can all cook I’ve met men here who basically exist on a diet of BBQ meat and fries. Mom did the cooking and just because most of their mom’s are sensational cooks doesn’t mean they are.
This is so much so that one could surmise that a pure French nobleman of today who takes preference for American women automatically qualifies to marry a female descendant of, for example, one of the signers of the Declaration Of Independence, and vice versa.
This, of course, gives rise to the French-American mystique that likely started upon the fact that the Marquis de Lafayette undeniably "fell in love with" America and her wartime cause for liberty even though his beloved wife was French like him, not American.
Myth number 1: All French men are hot True, but only when they’re driving (hot-headed) - statistics for traffic accidents in France are off the scales, staggering. To prove my point, we need to look at some of the French idols, movie stars etc.
You see they don’t lies beneath the surface of the elusive French male? I’m surprised they don’t pop out at birth bearing gifts - Flowers, champagne and candles along with a manual on foot reflexology.
Political Incorrectness They smoke, they ogle, they wolf-whistle and dare to cross some lines of what is considered polite and correct public behavior. Give me an Alpha Man (without the steroids) We like them because they’re not the macho, pumped-up-with-weights type, rather, the macho type who’s not afraid of women. The joy of life or ‘being in the moment’, whatever you call it doesn’t matter, but yeah, I’m afraid the French pretty much patented that formula.
I’m not sure where all the excitement stems from but maybe, just maybe there’s a grain of truth here somewhere.
And even though I’m writing this from the perspective of someone who’s lived in France for the past 3 years - and also from the point of view of being married to one of these fascinating creatures, I promise I won’t be too biased, ok?