Month: November 2009
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How French Husband asked me to Marry Him.
French husband proposed to me in a small neighborhood park in Paris. His breath was swirling white from the cold; funny when you are first in love, the things around seem brand new and miraculous, …
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The French Speedo
When I brought French Husband home to meet my parents, they were skeptical. Especially my Father who often said, "Out of all the men in Willows my daughter falls for a Frenchman." My Father studied Yann's every move– to the…
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How to Make Yourself at Home and the French Armchair Beauty Contest
Before the French Armchair Beauty Contest began, the French Armchairs quickly glanced over their shoulders to see who was who and who was wearing what. As the curtain rose the French Armchairs straighten their backs, tucked in their tummies, lift…
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French Husband the nude Model
Modeling nude was a way 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 put your clothes…
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How I Met my French Husband: The Coin Toss and Standing Naked.
It is funny how we forget certain things. Or think we know all there is to know about a subject. It is weird to discover that in the multi-page book, the patchwork quilt, or the box of puzzle pieces of…
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How I came to meet my French Husband at the I-Beam in Twenty Steps.
View Larger Map 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…