I am German, but I have lived in France for more than half of my life. I was in a relationship for twenty-four years, I had two wonderful children, an exciting job as a researcher. I had this happy existence that I didn’t dare dream of. Our couple moved away, the desire melted and we separated.
I signed up for dating sites for seniors like DisonsDemain. I contact and meet some men. It works for a while, but then it stops. There are a few sentences on Pascal’s profile that caught my attention. I don’t particularly like his photo, but he gave a picture of a Volkswagen van and I like that. This is good for a holiday opportunity and a free mindset.
‘Ring the doorbell. He is in advance. I don’t really like it. I didn’t pay much attention to my clothes. »
Pascal is not subscribed to the site. He can only send me likes. He does this almost every day. I’m starting to think to myself, “Poor boy, what do you want from me?” There is nothing I can do for you. In the end, he pays to be able to trade. I realize I was actually already in touch with him, he was under a different pseudonym. He gives me the usual chat, “I’m interested in your profile”, all that. He complains that we should talk on the phone. I really don’t like his voice. I don’t like people who speak slowly whose end of sentence you have to wait for. His voice is soft, but it pulls. I don’t want to spend weeks writing novels, we’d rather meet quickly to see right away if it suits us physically.
Ring my doorbell. He is in advance. I don’t really like it. I didn’t pay much attention to my clothes. I leave the house and find no one. Where is he? But he told me to be downstairs, it seems complicated to me. I see a not-too-well-dressed gentleman with a small dog show up. He has a red mountain jacket, shapeless jeans, long gray hair, doesn’t look like his profile picture. He looked at me.
“Are you the one having a date with me?” », I asked. Yes, he is. I find this man with this little animal strange. let’s go for a walk. Complicity is set, in conversation and also in walking, walking and approaching through puddles of path. I notice that he is limping: for me, who loves mountain hiking so much, this is not too promising.
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