Acknowledgments
I AM VERY GRATEFUL to so many people who helped me with this delicious project, but without my friend, my translator and the most fun traveling companion a gal could ask forJessica Leethis book would not be possible. Big thanks to my wonderful agent, Irene Goodman and my editor extraordinaire, Audrey LaFehr. And I am especially thankful to Isaure Mignotte, who worked tirelessly to check the French translations and to make sure I got the accent marks in the right places!
In writing this book, there were so many French women and men and American Francophiles who opened their doors and hearts to me, who shared their recipes and their secrets and passionate opinionswell, its hard to begin. Nonetheless, I want to especially thank Nancy Flavin, Sylvie Gourlet, Marie-Jolle Jobevalot and Marjorie Van Halteren for hosting us and showing us how the French truly live.
I thank Carol Merriman for her encouragement and for coming up with my title! I thank Robin Lillianthal for all things philosophical, Devin Norwood, my personal guru, Werner Sieber, for his enduring friendship, Paula Martin, who believed in me when I didnt believe in myself, Beverly Aker, for her fabulous copyedits, and Laurie Graff and Deborah Kainin, for always inspiring me.
I wrote much of this book at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, and I thank them for their generous writing fellowship.
Last, but not least, I thank my father, my daughter, and my husband who has always supported my desire to truly express my inner French girl!
CHAPTER ONE
French Women Dont Date
The Great American Date
E VER SINCE YOU WERE a little girl, watching your sister get her hair done in preparation for the prom, waiting at the foot of the stairs for the doorbell to ring, for her date to arriveyouve been busy dreaming about this moment. For you, this first date is a coming of age. You start out as an ordinary girl, playing soccer, getting your knees dirtied, grabbing a bite of pizza on your way to piano practice, and then one day, you suddenly disappear into your bedroom and then just as suddenly, reappear. You are no longer that little girl, but now youve become... a princess! You are suddenly all grown up, wearing a Chlo dress, a Prada bag, and yes, Manolo Blahnik heels. Your hair looks fabulous. You are wearing cherry-stained lip-gloss and a sweep of black eyeliner. And the fantasy boy? Well, he is suddenly grown up too. No longer the boy next door, hes been transformed into your magical Mr. Prince Charming.
The actual date? Well, maybe, in the end, it wasnt so magical after all. Maybe you ended up at a kegger and getting sick on the neighbors front lawn, while your Prince Charming was nowhere to be found and your pretty party dress was all in tatters.
Still, despite all this, the fantasy of the date is always with you. And no matter how old you are, you still believe that if you just wait long enough or try hard enough or join the best Internet dating service or go to the right singles resortyour perfect date is out there.
Love Is Not a Job
So, you roll up your sleeves, you get serious and go to work. You research, you read books, and you go to seminars and singles events. You put yourself on a mission. You give yourself a deadline. You say to yourself you must be married by age thirty-five. Or, you simply need to find a boyfriend before that New Years Eve party. You will use the rule of numbers and ask twelve friends to each give you three names of eligible bachelors. You gird your loins. You will not give up until youve found your man!
As American women, we are ambitious and career-oriented, and many of us will approach our search for love as if we were a recent MBA grad looking for a great job. We will network and get on the Internet and set up as many dates as humanly possible. We believe that if we concentrate and work hard for six months, we will find the right man. At first, we are very industrious and very optimistic. Well go on tons of dates, tell all our friends to set us up with single male friends. Well go to every invite that comes up. Well exhaust ourselves and after all that work, we often end up disappointed. Thats because, deep down or maybe not so deep down, we still believe in the myth of Mr. Right. We believe that there is one man out there and he is absolutely perfect and its just a matter of hunting him down and finding him.
Dating Fatigue Syndrome
Or, perhaps we dont believe in Mr. Right at all. Perhaps weve grown just a little cynical and we think all men are basically frogs and that it is only through our persistent attentions that they can be transformed into princes. As Americans, we have always been a can-do kind of people and so as women, sometimes we see our men as projects. We look at our man with all his flaws, and then put him on a self-improvement regime. We take him shopping for a newly upgraded wardrobe, we get him to the right hairdresser. We recommend a hipper cut. Perhaps even a little waxing? We stay up all night at the computer, overhauling his resume, because we really think he should be making a lot more money, and finally we put our man on that low-cholesterol diet.
And then one day, we give up. We just stop, because were exhausted and fed up and we just cant do it anymore. And we wonderwhere did all the magic go?
Why Cant We Be Friends (with Benefits)?
If you are under a certain age, that scenario may not describe you at all. Maybe youve never dated. You only went on the anti-date . Truth is, you are too cool to date in the old-fashioned sense. Youre a post-modern deconstructionist, and you believe that there are really not that many differences between men and women and girls and boys, and sex is sex, and why shouldnt we all just hang out and have a good time, because, well, who knows whats going to happen tomorrow. The world might just be coming to some kind of cataclysmic ending. So, lets watch that old David Lynch DVD and order up some pizza and get out the vegan chips from Whole Foods, and oh, yeah, if the moods strikes us, lets have a little sex. Or a lot. Or none at all. It doesnt really matter. Were all friends. Sex is fun. Who knows whom well partner up with, because its not like anyone owns anybody else. And hey, this way theres no reason to be jealous. Its all good.
T HERE IS SOME ADVANTAGE to hanging out over the traditional date: we actually get to know the man. We see him with our friends. We hang out in our pjs. We share mixed tapes and favorite DVDs and drink cheap beer. We share our colds and secrets. We laugh, we cry together. We kiss. We hook up.
But then one day, our friend with benefits announces to his little group, his faux-family, that hes met a girl! Someone hes really serious about, someone he could see spending the rest of his life with! And youre shocked and upset and you cant quite believe what youre hearing because you thought one day he would grow up and see you for the magical, mysterious, awe-inspiring creature you really are and want to spend the rest of his life with you!
Problem is, the two of you are way past the magical-mystery phase. Remember, he saw you with that nasty cold? He knows about that time you stalked your ex-boyfriend. Hes watched you eat a pound of fudge. He knows about the C-you got in chemistry. He knows what you look like after a hard night of partying. Honestly, the gig was up long ago.
Hey, but Youll Always Be Friends
Heres the problem with hanging out. After a while, it gets old. Actually, past the age of twenty-three, it starts getting old. And thats because we eventually grow up and we want more than a hookup, and as old-fashioned as it may sound, we want to find our own true love. We dont want to go from one guy to the next for the next twenty years, each offering us a new notion of what constitutes a great pizza topping.