Category: My French Husband
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A Coin Toss: How I met my French Husband
It is funny how we forget certain things. Or think we know all that there is to know about a subject. It is funny to discover that in the multi-page book, or the patchwork quilt, or the box…
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The Nude Model
Modeling nude was a way for French Husband to make money. It was as simple as that. Or at least to me it was. How hard could it be, you take off your clothes, people look at you, then you…
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How I Came to Meet my French Husband at the iBeam in Twenty Steps
Twenty steps to a new Life: 1986 Yann, (my French Husband) took a year off to travel through the U.S.A.. He had a childhood friend who lived in Chicago, so he went there first. Skylark was a $300 rusty…
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And They Lived Happily by the End of the Day
The word handyman and the husband that is French do not get along. If there is one thing I could change it would be that, and his long need for silence. To make matters even more interesting that man…
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F. P. TOURS with French Husband
So there we were standing next to Notre Dame in Marseille, and the memory of yesterday hit me. Laughter all over again. Our friend Dave teased Yann, "You could do an ad that reads, "Have Panties will Find." Yann…
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French Husband Echoed my Thoughts
A few months ago French Husband said he thought that our Paris apartment looked too bare, he wanted it to be more like our home. Gee, is that the best dream like thing to say… "Fill it up!" or…