Or they find you on the internet–and the less said about that the better.
Perhaps a similar mentality also exists in France, between local men and women.
It wasn’t Bridget Jones syndrome, where my social ineptitude or hand-eye coordination mishaps could be blamed. The main factor that increased my feminine mystique while in France was a certain : I was American.
I didn’t become markedly more attractive, cooler, or funnier—in fact, with the language barrier, my personality points most likely decreased.
Guys in NYC rarely saunter up to women, start a conversation, and then ask for a date.