Naughty Paris

A month or so ago, Jenna and I found ourselves on a little adventure with Kara who was in a desperate search to find a book. The book is about great places to shop, get your hair cut, nails done, find the best girly hotels, sexiest bars, most seductive lingerie... etc, in Paris. This book is essentially every girl's dream. We were led to a super secret lingerie and sex shop (but i mean that in the very classiest sense of the word) to find the book. This little shop was seriously the most beautiful little dirty shop I had ever been to. (Jenn, if you are reading this you would have loved it!) Alas, we found the book and little did I know what joy I would find in it. Et Voila... "Naughty Paris."

For the past few days, I've been starting most sentences with "well I read in Naughty Paris that..."

So like I said before, the book has all the best things for a sexy and adventurous girl to do in Paris. But my favorite part of the entire book is the intro. It is all about the secrets of Parisian women, and how they do what they do; how to understand French men and all their wonders, and what makes us lovely American girls so wonderful in the eyes of the little French men themselves.

"well I read in Naughty Paris that..." French men love to flirt. Clearly we all already know this, but I am just now realizing to what extent. Every woman who has ever been to France knows what its like to be "harassed" on the streets of Paris. I used to be completely appauled and offended, until I began to realize, this is just how French men roll! Yes, every now and then you will find that geinuine creeper, but most of the time, the French man is just doing what he does best. Naughty Paris made note of this same observation. It says that most French women just carry on their way, give no responce, but yet take it as a compliment and a little extra spring in their step.

I have also got to expirience this first hand by my French tutor. I just started taking French lessons with this oh-so-charming (and distractingly attractive) French guy. Not only is he constatly winking at me over verb conjugations when I get things right, but this man literally flirts with every girl who passes our way. But yet it is not sleazy or rude in the slightest! It truly is an art form. And I have to remind myself of this French past time with every wink of eye, knowing that this is just common practice.

It's truly facinating.

Needless to say I have learned so many interesting little facts from Naughty Paris and I am well on my way to becoming a perfectly polished little Parisian myself.

A Parisian woman always wears heels...


...and never wears color