I was studying abroad when I met a dashing French man who caught my eye. We started hanging out, and I thought hmmmmm kissing a French guy – this should be interesting! After all, the French DID invest the French Kiss, right? The accent was pretty hot, and it didn’t take long before he leaned in.

You can imagine my horror when he was not only a bad kisser, but to this day one of the worst kissers I have experienced. The rhythm was bad, it was fueled with passion on his end that I hadn’t even developed yet (or maybe I just wasn’t that into him I don’t know) and the KICKER – his lips had the texture of crushed cornflakes. Do they not use chapstick in France?

I wasn’t quite sure what to do next, but a couple of days later he asked me for a picture so that he could show his mom who his girlfriend was. I ended it the next day.