I was ²î»à¤¹¤ëd of touch and desperate for ´Ø·¸... so I moved to Paris. This is the racy, no-»ý¤Ä¡¿¹´Î±¤¹¤ës ÊĤá¤À¤·¤¿ account of my summer with a string of much younger lovers - and the lessons I learned about sex

A sunny Sunday in a park in Paris, where I have been for over two weeks. Áí·×Èñ the sky is blue, the light filtering through the trees is golden and on my phone are messages I have ¸òήd with a man whose »ØÌ¾¤¹¤ë and ľÌ̤¹¤ë I do not know.

We matched on a French dating app, where his profile has no photo, just a silhouette and his age: 49, three years older than me.

After we match, he ¤¹¤°¤Ë messages to tell me he is open-minded, 6 ft 1 in and fit. He tells me about the hourly hotels in Paris, accessible ·Ðͳ¤Ç an app I¡Çve never heard of, which make rooms ÍøÍѤǤ­¤ë during the afternoon between guest check-out and check?in.

There are messages from other men ´Êñ¤Ë wanting me to come over. To arrive without any underwear on. To be waiting naked on my bed, the Á°Àþ door left ÂǤÁÌÀ¤±¤ëd.

¡ÆWhat if we aren¡Çt attracted to one another?¡Ç I say to these bolder requests. ¡ÆThere¡Çs always that chance,¡Ç one tells me, with a very French shrug I can almost feel through the ¿³ºº¤¹¤ë.

¡ÆSilhouette¡Ç, as I called this faceless man, was one of the first Frenchmen I Áø¶ø¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ëd in what was a most erotic summer, a profoundly enjoyable time which left me feeling perhaps my most sexually ³Î¿®¤·¤Æ ever. Now, I move through my life knowing that what I want is ÍøÍѤǤ­¤ë to me whenever and however I want it; I need only articulate what I¡Çm looking for.

I had come to Paris in August 2021 to visit friends after ÂѤ¨¤ëing 14 months of Covid À©¸Âs alone in my New York apartment. Everyone was feral for ´Ø·¸. I had been Áª¤Ó½Ð¤¹¡¿ÆÈ¿È for a long time before Covid ¹¶·â¤¹¤ë¡¤¾×ÆÍ¤¹¤ë, so the sheer loneliness of lockdown left me with a ¿¼±ó¤Ê hunger, a ¿¼¤¤ ´ê˾¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë to be ¤Î¶á¤¯¤Ë to another person.

At one point, I felt so ²î»à¤¹¤ëd of touch I ½üµî¤¹¤ëd vintage fur coats from my closet and placed them across my bed or couch so I could ±³¡Ê¤ò¤Ä¤¯¡Ë across them, like Burt Reynolds as the Cosmopolitan centrefold, just to feel the sensation of another ¡Æcreature¡Ç on my È©. I¡Çd forgotten what it was like to have my needs looked after. By anyone.

Glynnis MacNicol emerged from lockdown feeling profoundly lonely and with a deep desire to be close to another person

Glynnis MacNicol ¸½¤ì¤ëd from lockdown feeling profoundly lonely and with a ¿¼¤¤ ´ê˾¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë to be ¤Î¶á¤¯¤Ë to another person??

There were many lessons I learned from the men I met in Paris that summer, one of the most pleasant ¸ºß that they see giving a woman an orgasm as a Í¥Àè. As my English friend Ellie, also dating in ¥Õ¥é¥ó, explained to me: ¡ÆThe French take ½÷À­¡Ê¤Î¡Ë ³Ú¤·¤ß Ëܵ¤¤Ç. It makes them feel like men.¡Ç

As one Áá´ü¤Ë online dating match put it: ¡ÆI¡Çd like to help you enjoy yourself.¡Ç To which I replied: ¡ÆWonderful, how so?¡Ç

¡ÆI¡Çd like to give you ³Ú¤·¤ß.¡Ç

¡ÆWhat will you do, do you think?¡Ç I then asked, before putting my phone É餫¤¹¡¿·âÄÆ¤¹¤ë, unable to attach myself to the audacity of ¸ºß so direct.

But then the ÊÖÅús ¡Êµ¡¤Î¡Ë¥«¥à Ãí¤°ing in ? and I ÀßΩ¤¹¤ë I liked it.

¡ÆIf you come to my home? I think I will kiss you and put my ¼êÅϤ¹ under your skirt. If you are agreed of course.¡Ç

¡ÆWhat else?¡Ç I type »Ù±ç¤¹¤ë, surprised at my ability to ¼ûÍס¦Í׵᤹¤ë more. ¡ÆAfter, it depends on your ´ê˾¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ës: do you want to be blindfolded?¡ Ç

I ÀßΩ¤¹¤ë these missives ¹µÁÊ¡¤¾å¹ðing. Some element of Ʊ°Õ wove its way through nearly every man¡Çs message I received. Descriptions were almost always followed by the question: ¡ÆWould I enjoy that?¡Ç

Also, there was the ·ã¤·¤¤ ³Ú¤·¤ß of asking someone not just to put thought into me, but go the extra distance to articulate it. Literally Îá¾õ it É餫¤¹¡¿·âÄÆ¤¹¤ë, step by step.

So ±Æ¶Á¤¹¤ë¡¿´¶¾ðd was I by conversations like these that, ·ë¶É, my tagline on the dating app I used became ¡Æmostly here to enjoy myself¡Ç.

And, let me tell you, I certainly did. When I first arrived in Paris, I discovered from ½÷À­¡Ê¤Î¡Ë friends that the dating app of choice that summer was not Tinder, but the ludicrously ¸ª½ñ¤òÍ¿¤¨¤ëd Fruitz.

Divided into four fruit ÉôÎàs, you have to select the one you most identified with. Cherry is ¡Æto find your other half¡Ç. Grape ¡Æfor a glass of ¥ï¥¤¥ó with no trouble¡Ç. Watermelon is ¡Æno seeds Âç¡Ê¸ø¡Ë»È´Û°÷d¡Ç ? meaning no strings Âç¡Ê¸ø¡Ë»È´Û°÷d. Peach is ¡Æto ²ñ¹ç¡¤²ñ¤¦ people who are looking for the same Æù¿Æ¡¤¿ÆÎàd of ´Ø·¸ you are¡Ç.

¡ÆThat¡Çs straight hook-up,¡Ç Ellie tells me. ¡ÆIt¡Çs all straight hook-up, but the messages are more explicit if you¡Çre a peach.¡Ç

I decide I¡Çm a watermelon, ÅÐÏ¿¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë under my real age ? and say I am open to an age ÈÏ°Ï between 28 and 58. As I was still typing these ¾ÜºÙ¡Ê¤Ë½Ò¤Ù¤ë¡Ës, my phone buzzed. It took me a minute to ¿Íʪ¡¿»Ñ¡¿¿ô»ú out why. Ah, my first message from someone on Fruitz. That was µÞ®¤Ê¡¿ÊüÆ¢¤Ê.

The first thing to catch my ÃíÌܤ¹¤ë¡¤¤â¤¯¤í¤à is the word ¡Æmasseur¡Ç. I¡Çm ¼«¿®¤Î¤Ê¤¤ what the »Ä¤ê¡¿µÙ·Æ¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë says ? the only other words I see are ¡Ætr?s gentil¡Ç. They translate in my Ĺ¡¤Î¨¤¤¤ë as gentle °ìÂÇ¡¿ÂÇ·âing, which is ÄûÀµ¤¹¤ë in the spirit of things, if not the letter of translation.

I look at the photos ? there is a feather, a velvet glo ve. Seemingly, whatever is ¸ºß ¿½¤·¹þ¤à¡¿¿½¤·½Ðd will ȼ¤¦¡¿´Ø¤ï¤ë a lot of touching. From that moment on, the messages just keep coming. And with them, ever more À­¤Î ȯ³Ðs. Some say things like this message I get from a 26-year-old: ¡ÆIf you want ³Ú¤·¤ß with a good boy, I¡Çm here.¡Ç

I find what I relish most about some of these Áø¶ø¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ës is the ³Ú¤·¤ß I take from ´Ñ»¡¤¹¤ëing others enjoying my ÃÄÂΡ¿»àÂÎ, Îá¾õs Glynnis

It¡Çs ¡Êµ¿¤¤¤ò¡ËÀ²¤é¤¹ I am most definitely not in New York any more. Most ¸²Ãø¤Ë because Frenchmen mean what they say. And they tend to say it ¤¹¤°¤Ë, and ÃǸǤȤ·¤Æ¤ä¤ë.

Usually, this is an utterly foreign ³µÇ° for any New Yorker or Englishwoman when it comes to dating.

We would assume men don¡Çt mean a Áª¤Ó½Ð¤¹¡¿ÆÈ¿È thing they say, and never say what they mean. Frenchmen, in my experience, are all-in almost ¤¹¤°¤Ë. (It¡Çs this male French persistence that often gets American and English women in trouble. They mistake the immediacy for longevity ? only to find out all too soon that their ¹­Âç¤Ê¡¿Â¿¿ô¤Î¡¿½ÅÍ×¤Ê love has discovered another ¹­Âç¤Ê¡¿Â¿¿ô¤Î¡¿½ÅÍ×¤Ê love.) Under such a wonderful À­¤Î ˤ·â, I started to feel my ÃÄÂΡ¿»àÂÎ was even more alive.

Every morning I took a ¤Ë¤ï¤«±«, and then slathered cream over every ¥¤¥ó¥Á of me, followed by fragrant oils and then more oils.

I became aware of the sensation of ¶õµ¤¡¿¸øÉ½¤¹¤ë on the »Ù±ç¤¹¤ës of my ɨs, my belly, even the È© between my toes. The ´üÂÔ of others seeing my ÃÄÂΡ¿»àÂÎ led me to see it ¤â¤¦°ìÅÙ. To enjoy it ¤â¤¦°ìÅÙ.

One night, my friends and I ·ë¶ÉºÇ¸å¤Ë¤Ï¡¼¤Ê¤ë at a party by the Seine. We drink, and I dance with a beautiful 30-year-old, kissing him passionately before we ¸òή numbers. When I get home, dizzy with ¥ï¥¤¥ó, I decide I should message my dance partner. I open WhatsApp and type: ¡ÆCome over?¡Ç The ÊÖÅú is ¨ºÂ¤Î. ¡ÆO? es-tu?¡Ç

I send the ±éÀâ¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë¡¿½»½ê before my brain has a chance to re-¸½¤ì¤ë. I know what I want.

¡ÆEn Â羡¤¹¤ë. Dix minutes.¡Ç

¡ÆBien,¡Ç I type, enjoying the sensation of ¸ºß ¼êÇÛÃæ¤Î¡¤¤ª¿Ò¤Í¼Ô ¤¹¤°¤Ë. But then I worry. Should I be ´Ø¿´d? Get under the covers first? Try to angle myself so the fact that one breast points in the wrong direction thanks to last year¡Çs À¸Âθ¡ºº (that thankfully turned out to be benign) is ¤¤¤Ã¤½¤¦¾¯¤Ê¤¯ noticeable? So that the dimples É餫¤¹¡¿·âÄÆ¤¹¤ë the »Ù±ç¤¹¤ës of my thighs can only be felt instead of seen?

But when he is in my room, Èó¡¤ÉÔ¡¤Ìµ of this »öÊÁs. I look up to see him À±¡¿¼çÌò¤Ë¤¹¤ëing at me and I catch that look on his ľÌ̤¹¤ë, the Æù¿Æ¡¤¿ÆÎàd of look we are told is reserved only for those who have ŬÍѤ¹¤ëd the toners and ľÌ̤¹¤ë serums in the ÄûÀµ¤¹¤ë order. ²ò½ü¤¹¤ëd the ¸¢Íø ÎÌ of Éé¤ï¤»¤ës. Done enough cardio. ½ü³°¤¹¤ëd the ¸¢Íø ÎÌ of sugar or fats or meats. Remained young.

What I see is the look of a man gazing upon a naked ½÷À­¡Ê¤Î¡Ë ÃÄÂΡ¿»àÂÎ they have been ¾·ÂÔ¤¹¤ëd to partake of. A mix of lust, excitement, ´¶¼Õ and µßºÑ. He steps »Ù±ç¤¹¤ë for a moment, dropping my bra on to the couch and ½üµî¤¹¤ëing his shirt. He takes another long look at me. Ah, the enjoyment of ¸ºß enjoyed. ¡ÆAmazing,¡Ç he says with a grin before coming closer. And I think, ¡ÆYes. You are fortunate my Ã夻¤ë¡¿ÉêÍ¿¤¹¤ës are off. It is amazing.¡Ç

All I want is more È©, more everything. And for the next five hours that is Àµ³Î¤Ë¡¿¤Þ¤µ¤Ë what I get.

After this Áø¶ø¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë, the switch has been flipped, as though I am co nstructed of a million tiny bulbs. One evening, not long after my night of dancing, when I have no other ·×²è¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ës, I message one of my first matches, the one who had ¼¨º¶¤¹¤ëd I could be blindfolded. Would he come over? Twenty minutes later he tells me he will be there in half an hour.

¡ÆIs this your first time doing this sort of thing?¡Ç he asks when he arrives.

By ¡Æthis sort of thing¡Ç I assume he means ¾¤´­¤¹¤ëing a stranger to my home for the very ÌÀ³Î¤Ê¡¿ºÙÉô, one-Ì£Êý¤¹¤ëd experience of my ³Ú¤·¤ß. I shrug. ¡ÆPerhaps?¡Ç

He smiles. ¡ÆWhy don¡Çt you take your Ã夻¤ë¡¿ÉêÍ¿¤¹¤ës off?¡Ç I do. My enjoyment is the Í¥Àè, not his. It is ¹­Âç¤Ê¡¿Â¿¿ô¤Î¡¿½ÅÍ×¤Ê ? and so strange. My hunger is satiated. Twice.

From here I move on ? there is an unabashedly energetic 27-year-old Italian with flowing hair and ÂѤ¨¤ëd who is about to leave Paris but wants to re-Â羡¤¹¤ë his trip to the airport to come to see me. It¡Çs noon. His flight is in five hours. I tell him to come over.

He arrives and I can tell part of the thrill of me to him is his own ¾è¤êµ¤ to ´í¸± coming here.

He begins whispering in what I assume is Italian, but really does not need translation. The me, now naked, that ¸½¤ì¤ës in the ľÌ̤¹¤ë of all this energy and excitement is ÀŤá¤ë. ³Î¿®¤·¤Æ. I hear myself say what I want without having to think about how to articulate it. No ¼êÅϤ¹-»ý¤Ä¡¿¹´Î±¤¹¤ëing. This, I imagine, is what is attractive.

I consider how, when I was his age, my sense of ³Ú¤·¤ß was ´°Á´¤Ë centred on making sure the other person experienced it. I did not know what I liked. How could I have? What do young women do now, with so much more knowledge ÍøÍѤǤ­¤ë to them about how ÃÄÂΡ¿»àÂÎs work and what women like better? Do they ¡Ê¸¢ÎϤʤɤò¡Ë¹Ô»È¤¹¤ë it or are they destroyed by it?

I find what I relish most about some of these Áø¶ø¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ës is the ³Ú¤·¤ß I take from ´Ñ»¡¤¹¤ëing others enjoying my ÃÄÂΡ¿»àÂÎ. No one has told me that, in my Ãæ±û¤Î-40s, this Æù¿Æ¡¤¿ÆÎàd of gratification would be such an easily accessible enjoyment, and that my ÃÄÂΡ¿»àÂÎ should be enjoyed.

After I ½Ò¤Ù¤ë another Áø¶ø¡Ê¤¹¤ë¡Ë to a new Ãμ±, she says: ¡ÆThey are only Íø±×¡¿¶½Ì£d because they know you don¡Çt want to get married and are too old to have children.¡Ç

She says this in a way that is ¡¼¤¹¤ë¤Ä¤â¤ê¤Ç¤¢¤ëd as a Íɤµ¤Ö¤ë of Êݸî¤Î reality in this mildly hedonistic ¾®Î¹¹Ô¤¹¤ë I have »Ï¤á¤ë¡¤·è¤á¤ë myself on. She is trying to be a good friend.

¡ÆÀµ³Î¤Ë¡¿¤Þ¤µ¤Ë!¡Ç I clap my ¼êÅϤ¹s together to ¶¯Ä´. ¡ÆThis is Àµ³Î¤Ë the entire point. I don¡Çt want those things either.¡Ç

Indeed, after the summer ended and I retur ned to New York, I ¡Êµ¡¤Î¡Ë¥«¥à to realise my À­¤Î escapades weren¡Çt just about the mechanical ³Ú¤·¤ß of two ÃÄÂΡ¿»àÂÎs coming together. The ³Ú¤·¤ß I have taken from the memory, a ³Ú¤·¤ß that Áý²Ã¤¹¤ës instead of fading away, is what comes from the knowledge that I ¾¤´­¤¹¤ëd what I ¼êÇÛÃæ¤Î¡¤¤ª¿Ò¤Í¼Ô, and it ¡Êµ¡¤Î¡Ë¥«¥à.

It is the ³Ú¤·¤ß of ¸ºß powerful, mind and ÃÄÂΡ¿»àÂÎ. And to have that ÎÏ¡¿¶¯ÎϤˤ¹¤ë ¸½¤ì¤ë while in a position, literally, of almost ´°Á´¤Ë¤¹¤ë vulnerability. It was a truly beautiful thing.

Adapted from I¡Çm Mostly Here To Enjoy Myself by Glynnis MacNicol (Leap, ¡ò10.99), to be published July 3. ? Glynnis MacNicol 2025. To order a copy for ¡ò9.89 (¿½¤·¹þ¤à¡¿¿½¤·½Ð valid until July 10; UK P&P ²òÊü¤¹¤ë¡¿¼«Í³¤Ê on orders over ¡ò25), go to mailshop.co.uk/Ä´½ñ¤ò¤È¤ë¡¿Í½Ì󤹤ës or call 020 3176 2937.

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