This is my Frenchman.
I met him about 6 months ago (I'll tell you how sometime and you probably won't believe me) and we've been having the most fun together ever since.
He lives in Chicago and I live in Kansas City, so we spend most of our time together on the phone or picking each other up from the airport. We have a remarkably similar childhood experience and Meyers-Briggs personality type. Sometimes we go on fancy dates, and other times we end up at the grocery store buying ingredients to cook because all our plans fell through. I like both about the same.
He thinks I'm the prettiest girl in the world.
I keep asking him if he really exists.
We start and end our conversations in French, but usually speak English in the middle.
My Frenchman gets his joy from knowing that God loves him. He doesn't worry about too many things. He absentmindedly chews on the collar of his t-shirt when he's watching a movie or editing pictures, and I think it's cute.
He also keeps his beard longer than he prefers because he knows I think it's cute.
Sometimes he makes me laugh so hard I can't breathe. He usually plays his piano for me and we sing together.
I think he's the most talented photographer I've ever known.