was a year after the armistice after the war of the divorce itself is transformed into an armed peace, each side waiting to deliver his next fight, before the judge first, then before the notary. Separation, meaning that a misnomer of the two planted the other fell on me in 1999, so we were in 2000 and more precisely in July.
It was already several weeks they came every day to buy cigarettes and magazines in my shop, after breakfast, hours of the shooting, between noon and two pm. There we were, me and my employee and they arrived, two work colleagues, the brunette and the blonde, laughing loudly, holding the arm in a rolling gait as can women in good time, joking with us ... strategy of seduction.
For once, the blonde was prettier than the brown, younger too. Medium sized, thin, thin ties, we first noticed his blue eyes ... so blue. With her short hair, she looked a bit like Cecile de France.
I never had any pictures of her and even if I did, I did not publish it, then you will have to settle for that.
Strange how one can be blind sometimes. Finally I say "we", but it is a question of me. When I found myself alone, I desperately searched for a "successor". Not a soul mate, not the woman of my life "season two", not just someone who will help me out to feel otherwise than as a waste, not a crutch for permanent limp the rest of my life, not just a fulcrum, a handle to grab onto which temporarily.
But when one is desperate, there is every chance of finding nothing, it is well known.
Take the test very seriously: How many passes are made by the team in white?
So that others love you, you have to start by loving yourself, that is to say have respect for yourself. Gold respect, I had to have recovered a minimum since my beautiful blonde client came to me. For me to seduce me. But I took several weeks to realize it. For this kind of thing, I still rather stuffy nose. In my defense, we must understand that if all my regular customers were coming in order to seduce me, my life would have been very complicated. Among my more than 1,000 customers daily (the good days), there were quite accustomed to. And then I have no trends to erotomania.
What did I finally realize it? Unfortunately, I do not remember but from that moment, when my small neurons had finished doing their job and that all connections were reconnected my brain, I no longer have to do much thing. Buying a Pariscope was a convenient pretext to offer him to go to the movies together and from there ...
This story lasted a short time, we were already late July. I know because the 25, my employee left early to fetch his wife who worked at Roissy. A little before three o'clock, he called me all excited: "I just saw down the Concorde!". I left the store and saw a thick column of smoke rising in the distance. Later in the afternoon, a guy went to buy my film camera (it was sold again at the time). Humanity is not always beautiful to watch closely.
report with Marylou? Is that on that day, she sent me an e-mail saying that the roads in the area were blocked because of plane crash. It was nice of him, someone cared about me and I have not forgotten, but anyway, I left my trade very rarely before 21:30 and these hours, there more congestion, even on days when an aircraft breaks the mouth.
As strange as it may seem, this image reminds me of good memories.
All that to say that this association did not survive the month of August. I went on holiday on my side, it also probably (I can not remember) but in September it was over. I saw it again from time to another, merely as a client and then she ended up not coming at all.
This link made me immense good. Not so much physically because after more than fifteen years with the same woman, it's weird to find themselves in bed with another, but the moral ... I remember the morning by starting again from his flat after that first night, stopped at a red light, I again felt that life was worth living. I also remember the anecdotal side's courtship, these journals by his own admission did not interest but she had not even buy, hoping to cure me of my blindness cognitive.
For all these things, thank you Marylou. I doubt you will ever Lisesi this blog but you came very timely, as a kind of milk after a sun-burnt skin, as the soothing balm on a huge hematoma.
