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So much so that my, non PDA ex boyfriend was leaving work early to accompany me around town while holding my hand.
I’m very embarrassed to say that I didn’t know anything about flights to Europe, airports, airplane security measures etc. I decided to Paris to visit an old boyfriend then London to hang out with an English buddy who had gone back to grad school in England. I got lost every single day (even with Google maps!
I hit the bars and lounges in the West End in my pretty yet painful Kurt Gieger heels.
In London, I was insanely popular with the Italian, Spanish and Irish (Straight out of Cork/Dublin – not the States) fellas.
My lovely friend is a jazz singer when she wasn’t working in the states as an office manager.
She was married to a French West African man and had lived in Paris for three years.
The second eye opening event that happened to me while in Paris was witnessing all types of black women–the doe eyed schoolgirls, ones with children, those of a certain age, fashion divas, the ‘not so great looking’ etc. As a forever singleton, I make mental note of the black women that I pass that are with a significant others on any street.
The number of black women paired up with various men was staggering.
Although I remained panic stricken, I noticed I was often assisted by men, loads of them. Je ne parle pas francias”, those French dudes (white and black) just pushed that fact aside and started talking English and found American accent enticing.
While I stayed in Paris, I was hit on con-stant-ly.
I had done every damn thing in the book to find a mate.
I had put up countless unanswered web ads (hello Ok Stupid!
In a new series of articles, black women living outside of Europe share their views from the other side.