First day
I have a very orderly life. I have lived for twenty years with my first love, whom I met in high school. We lived together, then we became parents. We look like the ideal couple, the ideal family. Everything’s good. I change jobs to become head of a school and I discover the erotic side of power. Until then, I had a relative sex life, but I was happy with it. It was a bit like the myth of Plato’s cave: until you get out, you don’t realize what exists outside.
Suddenly, with my new position, I feel that women are starting to look at me. Were they not looking at me before, or was it me not seeing it? I open my eyes to my sex appeal and my libido increases. I open up awkwardly to my wife, who is not receptive to it and explains to me that, if I’m not happy, I just have to get over it and look elsewhere. I then entered into infidelity, as others enter into religion. I say that because I went there backwards. I discover myself a gift for the lie that I did not know myself.
I have a first lover, then a second, a third in a few months. Until this commission, in another school. It’s the month of June, it’s very hot in the classroom transformed into a meeting room. We are about ten people, spending the day with their noses in files. Julie is sitting next to me, she is much younger than me, probably too beautiful for me. She laughs at my jokes, I’m starting to think, why not, maybe I can please her?
“Normally, men keep their wives, their mistresses, and never leave. I am the one who left”
The meeting ends. She and I then exchanged emails, at first professional, under fallacious grounds. To do silly things, there are always people. We then agree to have lunch in a sushi restaurant. It must be the least ate meal of my life: it’s hard to eat with chopsticks when your hands are shaking. It looks like love at first sight like in the movies. We kiss on the way out.
Then, another time, on the quays of the Seine, below Notre-Dame. This is where our story really begins, when I jumped on my scooter to join her the second I knew where she was. It’s summer, we spend a few days together. I then have to join my wife and my children for the holidays, which I spend remaining connected to her constantly, by messages. My wife is going hiking alone. I leave my children with my brother and run to join her.
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