First day
I forgot the first time I met him. It was at a family party. Her great-grandmother was my grandmother’s older sister. He is 2 years old and I am 6 months old. A chipped photo of a chubby baby in a bra and a little boy in overalls, enthroned side by side on a sofa, attests to this. Decades later, my aunt reminds me of this sixth cousin, all alone in Geneva, whom I should meet, I would get on very well with him. I have already been married once. I’ve been single for a year, feeling good about myself, I have an interesting job. I’m not particularly looking for someone.
I am polite and curious, I contact him. I send him a picture of me, my phone number, and a question: “Are you still wearing overalls?” Personally, I have given up on bras. » He is a banker, I work in the Swiss media. I don’t really like bankers, I have lots of clichés about them: I imagine them austere, talking only about dough, counting their chalets and their watches, having only the culture of money and figures, but no culture at all. Me, I like literate people, “letters”, I fall in love with my brain, when people tell me stories, when people make me laugh.
He arranges to meet me at the bar of a palace in Lausanne. It’s a beautiful place in the middle of which I see a tall, elegant boy with a tie. The aperitif is relaxed, we gradually fall in love with each other. He doesn’t just talk about himself, which clashes with the men I usually hang out with, he is able to take an interest in me and ask me questions, I’m not just there to listen to him and admire. We met. He tells me that he is the father of two children who remained with their mother in Paris; he talks about them a lot too, they are important to him. He wants to discover Switzerland, he is curious.
The early evening extends, we dine together. Before midnight, he walks me home, gives me a chaste family kiss on the cheek, “big cousin to little cousin”, he explains, smiling. He resumes: “Can we meet again? What are you doing tomorrow ? » It’s Friday night, I have nothing planned for the next day. I join him on Saturday, at the end of the afternoon, at his place in Geneva. He’s making me dinner. It’s our first night together. It’s not love at first sight, but everything happens very quickly and very well. After two weeks of relationship, I announce to my girlfriends that I have found the man of my life.
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