Where it all began

They say that life begins at 40. She always says I am impatient.

I am a 39 year old man living in middle England within half a mile of the place I was born. That is not to say that I have never traveled. As a child we would holiday every 2 years in France and then as an adult I took the usual holidays to Disney World, Greece and Spain. All good fun but no adventure, and somehow there was always a safety net.

Then last year something happened that would challenge me in ways I could never have imagined, and I am big enough to admit now that it’s all the fault of the French……

It started with a simple Facebook friend request, a friend of a friend. We got talking and it soon turned out we had a lot in common, with one BIG exception. She lives in the South of France some 800 miles away and separated by a big blue wobbly piece of the English channel.

confused travelerTime, I thought, to take a risk and see where this goes. After all, how many times in life does a man find a French girl? More to the point, how many times does a man meet a French girl that is full of adventure and crazy ideas that seem somehow to be designed to get me into situations I could never have imagined myself in only 3 months earlier? Including the latest challenge to tell the world of my experiences!

But with a little creativity and a lot of adaptation I have found almost all challenges have suitable and realistic solutions. You see this confused blonde also has a talent of finding ways around problems, and maybe this can be of help to you.

This is a blog about challenges, successes and failures, associated with dating someone in another country. I may be blonde and confused but I refuse to let anything get in the way of a good thing.

Read on

 

2 Responses to Where it all began

  1. KimberlyJ says:

    Not sure how you found me on Twitter… but I’m so glad you did. Looking forward to reading more of your blog. My wonderful Brit and I have been together for 12 years. We are finally ready to close that gap which is that “big blue wobbly piece” of the Atlantic Ocean. :)

  2. Blonde and Confused says:

    Thank you. I have just returned from a long weekend in Paris where a lot happened that needs to be told, including almost missing the big white flying cattle shed thanks to me getting confused around which train I needed to be on. 2 trains, same numbers, different destinations!!!

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