My French Boyfriend

People ask me all the time if I ever date people I meet on planes. The assumption here is that first of all, I meet attractive eligible bachelors and secondly and more importantly, that I’m capable of flirting.

He boarded the plane and I practically had to pick my jaw up off the floor. He was Parisian and James Bond level dreamy. We were just meant to be from the moment I laid eyes on him… or at least that’s what I told myself as I turned the same color as my red dress. Continue reading “My French Boyfriend”