Cupids Dating Blog

When I got older, I moved to Montreal, Canada a bilingual city. However, at first, I seldom had a chance to practice my second language as I lived and worked in English areas of town. However, eventually I met someone French speaking and my passion for my lover's native tongue was reborn.

The relationship lasted a couple years and then ended causing me to question whether an English boy from small-town Ontario could make love last with a big city French-speaker.

The allure of another culture leads to almost as many misunderstandings as it does to a better understanding of others' differences. Nevertheless, I recently got back together with someone who speaks only French after a month apart.

The following day after our passionate reunion, I received a call from my once former paramour that escalated into the romantic equivalent of World War III. An argument about something I said to one of my then ex's exes during the breakup that I failed to confess during the rekindling romance of the night before. Loose lips sink ships.

Shocked by confrontation and devastated to think that the happy union seemed doomed all over again, I barely sputtered out a stuttering explanation in French. The angry voice on the other end of the line demanded to know if I had been drinking even though I was stone cold sober, fully alert, as I plummeted from the cloud nine of our previous meeting.

Maybe my communication skills in French are not up to snuff to be the stuff of a healthy relationship. However, they say, 'Vivre la difference!' and opposites attract. I am somehow determined to muddle through another verbal minefield just to save love even if I lose face. If I can unite these two Canadas, I may have a bright future at the UN…. If not, I may move to Vancouver.