Posts tagged "365 days in paris"

365 Days In Paris: St. Valentin

"I think today might be the one day of the year where it's socially acceptable to get wasted alone," I wondered aloud as Emily and I walked past some heart-shaped decorations in the window of one of the many anonymous-looking Chinese restaurants lining the streets of Belleville. It was Sunday, Valentine's Day, and we'd…
By: Leonora Epstein / February 16, 2010

365 Days In Paris: French Automatic Online Dating Dealbreakers

While I was in NYC, a session with my old shrink told me that I really need to—as much as I hate, hate this expression—"put myself out there" more. "It's not wrong to want to be in a relationship," Dr. W reasoned. "It's unhealthy, however, if you just sit at home all the time…
By: Leonora Epstein / February 8, 2010

365 Days In Paris: New York, New York

The moment the wheels of the plane touched down at JFK, I felt the comfort of the familiar as I realized that everyone around me was speaking English. I mindlessly zoomed through immigration and got in a cab. I'm sure you know the feeling of coming back home when you've been away for a while—it'…
By: Leonora Epstein / February 1, 2010

365 Days In Paris: Social Studies

If you could have your ideal social life, what would that be? Parties every night of the week? Home-oriented with the option to go out? Hanging out at your best friends' houses? Creating the tone of your life outside work hours depends on the kind of person you are, but it's also largely reliant o…
By: Leonora Epstein / January 25, 2010

365 Days In Paris: Just Like Riding A Bike

Sometimes the best thing for a broken heart is to take that heart to the bar and to get it really, really drunk. I spent most of the past week in bed. It's not as bad as it sounds—it wasn't like I was crying every night (or at all), but I was just in a…
By: Leonora Epstein / January 18, 2010

365 Days In Paris: Love Lost

I'm devastated. And so paralyzed by losing Alex that I can hardly move. I don't know how I'm supposed to get through my day, and feel as if I've almost forgotten how to walk, talk, sleep, eat, or think. Things will get better, I know. But for the moment, I'm really in the thick of…
By: Leonora Epstein / January 11, 2010

365 Days In Paris: Goodbye For Good?

It all happened so quickly. And was over just as fast. At 9 a.m. on Wednesday morning, I found myself unexpectedly waiting at the Gare du Nord, my heart beating out of my chest and my head spinning like crazy. It was only 12 hours ago that my ex-love, Alex, had come back into my…
By: Leonora Epstein / January 4, 2010

365 Days In Paris: The Big Picture?

Christmas Day I woke up in an unfamiliar bed with a pounding headache. The hell? Where the eff am I? Then it all came rushing back: glass after glass of champagne at a boat cabaret on the Canal de la Villette singing along to Judy Garland songs. Most random Christmas Eve ever. I snorted out…
By: Leonora Epstein / December 29, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Christmas in Paree

The French are crazy about Christmas. It was sometime after Halloween that I gradually began to see a sprig of holly here and there. My cousin, an ex-pat married to a Frenchman, hypothesizes that the Christmas Craze occurs because they have no Thanksgiving, and, therefore, nothing else in between to look forward to. Now…
By: Leonora Epstein / December 21, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Gains And Losses

Like they say, two steps forward, one step back. This week has been a lesson in relationship building. What I've learned: you do need to get out of your comfort zone, but sometimes you have to cut your losses and stay put. It seemed like the fates had answered my prayers for some more social…
By: Leonora Epstein / December 14, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Wake-Up Call

"So what's the vibe of this place? Fashiony? What are you wearing?" I texted my new friend Sarah on Friday night. We were about to embark on our third official friend date, which safety moved us from "acquaintances" to "girlfriends." When I'd admitted earlier that week in an email that I'd hardly left the house…
By: Leonora Epstein / December 7, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Post-Turkey Day Depression

This has been a real week de merde and I'm currently bumming out big time. It was great having my sister here for Thanksgiving (or le Sanks-geev-ing-uh as the French like to say). We spent the past few days on a veritable Parisian binge—drinking bordeaux, shelling out at fancy restaurants, and buying typically Parisia…
By: Leonora Epstein / November 30, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Giving Merci

I keep forgetting that the French don't celebrate Thanksgiving. When it occurred to me last week that the holiday was around the corner, I wasn't sure what made me more depressed: A) Celebrating in Paris with some bastardization of the meal—I picture foie gras stuffing or turkey cassoulet; B) Not being with my family…
By: Leonora Epstein / November 23, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Two Americans In Paris

"So ... I've kind of been hanging out with American Boy," I confessed hesitantly on the phone to my friend, S. I held my breath, a bit worried about what she would say. S and I went to high school together (she is, in fact, my only remaining friend from high school), and she now…
By: Leonora Epstein / November 16, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Ready Or Not

Oh my God ... the holidays are approaching. That dreaded time of year when those who are single are reminded over and over again that they are, you know, single. I've already decided I'm not going home for Thanksgiving, nor will I make a visit for Christmas, which means I've had holiday planning o…
By: Leonora Epstein / November 9, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Great Ex-Pectations

I haven't been much of a believer in gut instincts until now. I'm one of those neurotic, analytical, thinks-too-much girls who tends to question her reasoning and feelings. But in the past few months, I've let go and gone solely on the gut. It's what made me leave my job in New York and what…
By: Leonora Epstein / November 2, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Two Players In A Three-Person Game

I barely felt anything about breaking up with Mr. Cupid until a few days ago. Being back to my old life was great. No more obligations in the evening. Nights slept in my own (much prettier) bed. No more stressing about whatever next "surprise" Cupid would do, that would scare me into thinking his next…
By: Leonora Epstein / October 26, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Breaking Up Is Easy To Do?

My only other relationship with a French guy was a short-lived fling towards the end of my junior year abroad in Paris. Knowing I was leaving soon, we started off light and casual, but a month into things he broke it off. We met up late (as usual) for a drink when he told me,…
By: Leonora Epstein / October 19, 2009

365 Days In Paris: The Liar Who Didn’t

A few days ago, I became convinced that Mr. C had gone on a date with another woman and lied to cover it up. The evidence: The morning of the incident, he had logged in to OK Cupid. It had previously been almost two weeks since he had. He kept changing our plans, sort of…
By: Leonora Epstein / October 12, 2009

365 Days In Paris: Double Wedding?

I can’t believe I have somehow gotten a guy to cook me dinner in my own home, I thought, smiling at Mr. C as he dodged about awkwardly in my petite cuisine looking for knives, having insisted on coming to chez moi to let me relax while he made a meal. When we sat dow…
By: Leonora Epstein / October 5, 2009