Cahoon's a former Vanderbilt cheerleader who "spent four summers studying in Europe and had fabulous experiences with native men." And her blog is just chock-full of perfect anecdotes. Here she is on the genesis of her project:
I was bombarded with questions from girlfriends about the guys, flirting tips, and hot spots…never mind what I studied! When I was graduating, the girls urged me to write a tip book. I wanted them to have excellent man-meeting experiences too, so I did.
And here she tells the tragic tale of a friend who was too self-conscious to don a bathing suit. Solution: tankinis!
Yes, ladies, find the right combination of spandex and you too will soon be posing stagily in the arms of a Euro dude. But you don't have to take Cahoon's word for it — over at Shine, Leonora Epstein outlines the pluses of dating French guys. Apparently these charmers will not automatically think less of you if you have sex on the first date. How sweet! Also, "the French move fast. They'll probably refer to you as their 'girlfriend' after the second date, say 'I love you' some two weeks into it, and possibly propose to you before a year is up." So if you love feeling rushed and pressured, get thee to Gaul! Oh, also: "obvious bonus: an accent so hot that they can read the small print on a beer bottle and make it sound sexy."
Right, the accent thing. Says poor American Tony in Cahoon's promo vid, "all those guys have to do is say 'My name is so-and-so' and the girls are sold!" Or, you know, fusilli a spinaci et scampi.
I hate to burst the swoon-y balloon here, but it's probably wise for "single girls" to look past the rolled r's and pay attention to what guys are actually saying. If Cahoon wants some tips on what happens to starry-eyed American girls when they leave their judgment at home, she should check out some Henry James. Or maybe Jude Law: