En septembre\u00a02021, j\u2019ai finalement d\u00e9cid\u00e9 de passer \u00e0 l\u2019action. J\u2019ai appel\u00e9 la fameuse agence de rencontres pour prendre un rendez-vous avec une certaine dame Natasha qu\u2019une bonne copine m\u2019avait chaudement recommand\u00e9e. J\u2019ai voulu d\u00e9commander dix fois au moins, mais, courageuse et r\u00e9solue, j\u2019ai tenu bon. Dame Natasha allait me r\u00e9server deux grosses heures pour remplir toutes les formalit\u00e9s n\u00e9cessaires. C\u2019est donc ainsi que, le jeudi\u00a030\u00a0septembre, endimanch\u00e9e d\u2019un bel ensemble rose-Kennedy, j\u2019allais devoir me faire photographier sous tous mes meilleurs angles.<\/p>\n
Avais-je autant envie d\u2019\u00eatre en amour? Je me sentais surtout mal \u00e0 l\u2019aise dans mes petits souliers et je voulais juste foutre le camp. Que ferais-je d\u2019un homme? M\u00eame d\u2019un oiseau rare. Corneille ou pinson, m\u2019apprendrait-il \u00e0 chanter? Je cherche un \u00e9crivain pour affiner mes mots, un explorateur \u00e0 t\u00eate blanche ou un professeur de philosophie. Que m\u2019importe, je veux juste qu\u2019il soit bienveillant, gentil et attentionn\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Natasha la marieuse est une femme extr\u00eamement gentille et connaissante en mati\u00e8re de jumelage amoureux. Je n\u2019ose pas lui demander si elle-m\u00eame est mari\u00e9e et heureuse. D\u00e8s notre deuxi\u00e8me rencontre, nous jasons de tout et de rien comme deux bonnes copines\u00a0: de quelques anciens flirts galants, de mon affreux mari et de quelques hommes valeureux que je n\u2019ai jamais pris le temps d\u2019aimer. Apr\u00e8s m\u2019\u00eatre enfuie d\u2019un douloureux mariage, je croyais ne plus jamais penser \u00e0 aimer.<\/p>\n
\u2013\u00a0\u00ab\u00a0Qu\u2019avez-vous donc fait, Claudia?\u00a0\u00bb, me demande Natasha la marieuse. Claudia est le pr\u00e9nom fictif qui m\u2019a \u00e9t\u00e9 donn\u00e9 pour pr\u00e9server mon anonymat. C\u2019est une r\u00e8gle de l\u2019agence pour toutes les clientes qui souhaite op\u00e9rer dans la plus grande confidentialit\u00e9. Je lui demande si les hommes font de m\u00eame et elle m\u2019apprend que oui, jusqu\u2019\u00e0 ce qu\u2019un \u00ab\u00a0match\u00a0\u00bb s\u2019av\u00e8re solide.<\/p>\n
\u2013\u00a0\u00ab\u00a0J\u2019ai \u00e9ventuellement ouvert un petit commerce de restauration matinale qui a tr\u00e8s bien r\u00e9ussi et qui, franchement, est rapidement devenue une grande cha\u00eene de restauration.\u00a0\u00bb
\n\u2013\u00a0\u00ab\u00a0Je sais qui vous \u00eates! Mais continuons avec votre nom d\u2019emprunt au b\u00e9n\u00e9fice de la cause qui, aujourd\u2019hui, nous tient \u00e0 c\u0153ur. Vous m\u00e9ritez certainement quelques ann\u00e9es de bonheur avec un r\u00e9el prince charmant!\u00a0\u00bb
\n\u2013\u00a0\u00ab\u00a0Encore faudra-t-il le trouver!\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n
La gentille marieuse m\u2019explique en d\u00e9tail les trois \u00e9tapes simples pour rencontrer un v\u00e9ritable prince charmant.
\nPrimo\u00a0: s\u2019inscrire \u00e0 un des forfaits de l\u2019agence.
\nDeusio\u00a0: d\u00e9finir le profil de l\u2019oiseau rare dont je r\u00eave.
\nTertio\u00a0: donner mon accord pour rencontrer des candidats s\u00e9lectionn\u00e9s selon mes d\u00e9sirs.<\/p>\n
\u00c9tant moi-m\u00eame plus m\u00fbre que les fraises en automne, mes mains, mon visage et mes bras, tout ce qui se voit \u00e0 l\u2019\u0153il nu, ont l\u2019air un tantinet magan\u00e9s. Je m\u2019aime pourtant. J\u2019aime la couleur et j\u2019aime surtout la porter. Choisir ma v\u00eature chaque aurore stimule l\u2019artiste que je suis.<\/p>\n
\u2013\u00a0\u00ab\u00a0Le rose vous va tellement bien!, me dit la marieuse. Vos photos attireront nos meilleurs candidats.\u00a0\u00bb
\n\u2013\u00a0\u00ab\u00a0Vous allez publier mes photos?\u00a0\u00bb, lui demandai-je, un peu surprise.<\/p>\n
Un court instant, j\u2019essaie d\u2019imaginer la bouille de cet homme de mes r\u00eaves. Je r\u00eave d\u2019une grosse chevelure, blanche soit-elle, des yeux bleu-vert comme la mer, de grandes mains pour donner et un c\u0153ur d\u2019or que tout le monde aimerait poss\u00e9der. Peut-\u00eatre verrais-je de loin sa jolie chemise \u00e0 carreaux rouge et noir? M\u2019approcherai-je de trop pr\u00e8s pour voir les poils fonc\u00e9s dans ses oreilles? Comme lorsque j\u2019\u00e9tais toute petite et que je grimpais sur les \u00e9paules de mon papa pour tirer quelques poils de ses oreilles.<\/p>\n
Que l\u2019homme vieux arrive en toge de roi ou en chemisette de berger, j\u2019accueillerai son visage d\u2019ange et sa voix parfaite. Mais il devra sourire, car c\u2019est ainsi que j\u2019entrerai dans son c\u0153ur.<\/p>\n
Dans ce vaste monde, \u00e0 ce que disent les statistiques, 60\u00a0% des femmes chercheraient un homme, le bon, le magnifique, et seulement 40\u00a0% des hommes chercheraient une perle rare.<\/p>\n
Et les vieillottes, ch\u00e8re Natasha, quelle chance ont-elles? D\u00e9garnies de leurs attraits, l\u2019espoir s\u2019av\u00e8re-t-il suffisant en plus du vouloir?<\/p>\n
\u00c0 SUIVRE.<\/p>\n
Cora
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