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When you love a man who does not have the same culture, you have to make a few small adjustments. (Our reporter knows what she is talking about).

A guy who comes from elsewhere, it's better! 

When you choose your sweetheart, you can order an escort girl from the corner, which grew in the same soil, and was fed with the same bottles... Or play it, Pasha, in his harem and try a love experience from elsewhere. Be careful, it doesn't need to come from very far away for it to come from elsewhere. If you are from Normandy and you have found a Marseillais, you have already smashed some psychological boundaries! But, among all the Dora, there are “mega Dora”, Queens of adventurers. The whole planet is their garden, the lucky one comes from another country! As a convinced “Méfia Dora”, I fall for the little singing accents bursting with sunshine. In my marvelous garden, grows a mischievous cedar with the sweet scents of the Orient. My lover is from Lebanon! Faith deDora, it's great! But the guy from elsewhere requires some adjustments! 

Your humor, you will adapt... For a boy to go from "bar guy" or "Zara guy" to the status of "guy in my bed", it is because he made me laugh. If only for a fraction of a second. Or, way too much alcohol. Humor is vital. Not laughing with your lover is a red alert, you have to run away. Fast. 

With the woman from elsewhere, there is a discrepancy. The rest of the world tastes very little of irony and cynicism, whereas in France, it's base. In that game, I sometimes lose my Lebanese, And when at bedtime, he asks me if I'm coming to sleep, and I say "No, I'm going to go curling", there's silence for a few seconds. And in his eyes, I see that he thinks I'm from another planet. So watch out! If the cute little shift turns out to be crevasse deep, that's a red alert too. Humor is cultural. I can't explain why I laugh when Josiane Balasko groans because the snow is too soft, or when Clavier repeats: “Eat your pig! Or why my lover cries laughing at videos of drunk people dancing sirtaki. 

Your humility, you will find... If it is easy to sprinkle your culture on the “sweetheart” of the land, the rules are different with a man from elsewhere. By wanting to be clever and place a crisp anecdote about the marriage of Ringo and Sheila (anecdote read in “Here”), I flopped monumentally. 

I myself had to admit that I was incapable of quoting Lebanese singers, apart from Mika, but it must be said that he invites himself into my living room every Saturday evening ("TheVoice"), and that it is 

hard to resist him. Mike, I love you! With the guy from elsewhere, we rediscover humility. We discuss with a freshness that opens up new horizons. No need to name-drop, we don't have the same names to drop. These exchanges are of infinite richness, pure, sincere, and funny too. I'm not trying to impress him, I feel like I'm useful, and I like it. When explaining Ring and Sheila, I had to admit that I didn't know much more. The guy from elsewhere brings you back down to the shores of truth in an instant. More room for swagger. Leave the gondolas in Venice. 

Your stomach, you will tame... It could be only a detail, but in reality, it is very important. Already, dear French Dora, if you have opted for a Basque or an Alsatian, your meals will not have the same flavor... But if (like me) you are an international adventurer, the food file can be complicated. When an individual from elsewhere offers to cook, the result is sometimes surprising... So, I found myself faced with about ten plates, superb, colorful, tasty... But about ten! The calculation is simple: if my Lebanese takes care of my diet, I am condemned to take about 1/2 kg per day, and I will have accumulated about 180 kg on my hips after a year... From my side i I tried in vain to make him share my passion for Roquefort, but the notion of “edible rot” never crossed his mental border. He brandished the argument of the smell, and there, in good frankhouillarde, my blood was one whole No, the maroilles does not smell of the feet! No, escort fooding is not a weapon of mass destruction! These are the scents of happiness! It's France ! 

He promised to make an effort. Phew! A refractory lover of French cheeses is my dark red alert! Your mind, you will open... It is mandatory, otherwise your exotic couple will take on water from all sides. But don't worry, open-mindedness is not dangerous for your health, and if it won't lengthen your life, it will help make it prettier. Outside, the prejudices, the a priori, the useless fears. With the guy from elsewhere, you can't do otherwise, you will accept the difference. When my Mediterranean discovered my Atlantic Ocean (I come from Bordeaux), it looked like a kitten that had been thrown into a swimming pool. Gone is the reassuring man, the rock. Waves and tides, except in his geography lessons, they didn't exist, and the 

powerful arms of the ocean caused him a deep mid-seed (shift). And there, in the eddies and the foam, my Lebanese made me howl with laughter, much more than Balasko in all the Bronzés. 

Love, you will welcome... Me, I know a Japanese woman married to a Corsican. I have a Finnish friend who just gave birth to his Ivorian sweetheart. A Breton girlfriend lives a mad passion with a Quebecer. I met an amazing couple, a 62 year old Israeli with a 34 year old Egyptian! Whatever the politicians, the laws, the leaders tell us, love knows no borders. I'm not saying that choosing the one who comes from elsewhere is the easiest way. But, faith of Dora, it is a marvelous road! "He who differs from me, far from harming me, enriches me." Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.