{"id":58486,"date":"2025-02-23T06:29:16","date_gmt":"2025-02-23T11:29:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/?p=58486"},"modified":"2026-06-24T10:28:58","modified_gmt":"2026-06-24T14:28:58","slug":"a-matchmaker-named-natasha-chapter-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/la-marieuse-sappelait-natasha-chapitre-2\/","title":{"rendered":"A matchmaker named Natasha - Chapter 2"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I finally decided to take action in September 2021. I called the dating agency and made an appointment with a woman named Natasha, who\u2019d been warmly recommended by a good friend. I almost cancelled 10 times, but in the end, I bravely stuck to my appointment. Natasha had booked me for two solid hours to complete all the documents and various formalities. That\u2019s how, on Thursday, September 30, dressed up in my nice pink Jackie Kennedy suit, I had my picture taken from my most flattering angles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Was I really so desperate to be in love? I felt so out of place, I just wanted to flee. What would I do with a man? Even a rare bird. Whether a crow or swallow, would he teach me how to sing? I\u2019m looking for a writer who\u2019ll help polish my words, a white-haired explorer or philosophy teacher. I\u2019d just be happy if he were caring, kind and attentive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Natasha the matchmaker was a very kind woman who knew a lot about pairing up people. I didn\u2019t dare ask if she was happily married herself. We hit it off right from the start and talked about anything and everything like two old friends: suitors from long ago, awful Husband and a few brave men I never took the time to love. After escaping my painful marriage, I thought I had put love out of my head for good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Natasha asked me, \u201cso what did you do, Claudia?\u201d Claudia is the fictitious name I was given to remain anonymous. It\u2019s an agency policy for all their clients who desire discretion. I wondered if some men did the same, and she reassured me they do, until a match proves successful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2013 \u201cI eventually opened a small successful breakfast diner that well, quickly became a large restaurant chain.\u201d
\u2013 \u201cI know who you are! But let\u2019s keep using your assumed name for the purposes of our common mission. You definitely deserve a few years of happiness with your prince charming!\u201d
\u2013 \u201cIf we can find one!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sweet matchmaker carefully explained the three simple steps required to meet an honest-to-goodness prince charming.
First: Sign up for one of the agency\u2019s packages.
Second: Create the profile of the man of my dreams.
Third: Consent to meet the candidates selected based on my criteria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Being riper than a strawberry in autumn, my hands, face and arms \u2013 every visible part \u2013 looks the worse for wear. And yet I love myself. I love colour, and I especially love wearing it. The artist in me delights in choosing my clothes at sunrise each day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2013 \u201cPink suits you so well!\u201d Natasha tells me. \u201cYour pictures will catch the eye of top candidates.\u201d
\u2013 \u201cYou'll post my pictures?\u201d I ask her, a bit surprised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a brief moment, I try to imagine the face of the man of my dreams. A thick head of hair (white is fine just as long as there is lots of it), blue-green eyes like the sea, generous large hands and a heart of gold that anyone would be lucky to have and to hold. Maybe I\u2019ll see his attractive red-and-black checkered shirt from afar? Will I get so close that I\u2019ll see the dark hairs in his ears? Just like when I was a child and climbed onto my father\u2019s shoulders to tug at his ear hairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whether this old man arrives in a king\u2019s robe or shepherd\u2019s shirt, I\u2019ll welcome his angelic face and captivating voice. But he must smile, otherwise I\u2019ll have no way to enter his heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

According to statistics, 60% of women are looking for their one and only Mr. Right, and only 40% of men are looking for their true match.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the old maids, dear Natasha, what chance do they have? Stripped of youthful beauty, is hope and desire enough?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TO BE CONTINUED.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cora
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I finally decided to take action in September 2021. I called the dating agency and made an appointment with a woman named Natasha, who\u2019d been warmly recommended by a good friend. I almost cancelled 10 times, but in the end, I bravely stuck to my appointment. Natasha had booked me for two solid hours to complete all the documents and various formalities. That\u2019s how, on Thursday, September 30, dressed up in my nice pink Jackie Kennedy suit, I had my picture taken from my most flattering angles. Was I really so desperate to be in love? I felt so out of place, I just wanted to flee. What would I do with a man? Even a rare bird. Whether a crow or swallow, would he teach me how to sing? I\u2019m looking for a writer who\u2019ll help polish my words, a white-haired explorer or philosophy teacher. I\u2019d just be happy if he were caring, kind and attentive. Natasha the matchmaker was a very kind woman who knew a lot about pairing up people. I didn\u2019t dare ask if she was happily married herself. We hit it off right from the start and talked about anything and everything like two old friends: suitors from long ago, awful Husband and a few brave men I never took the time to love. After escaping my painful marriage, I thought I had put love out of my head for good. Natasha asked me, \u201cso what did you do, Claudia?\u201d Claudia is the fictitious name I was given to remain anonymous. It\u2019s an agency policy for all their clients who desire discretion. I wondered if some men did the same, and she reassured me they do, until a match proves successful. \u2013 \u201cI eventually opened a small successful breakfast diner that well, quickly became a\u2026<\/p>","protected":false},"author":414,"featured_media":58487,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"Chapitre 2 : en septembre 2021, Mme Cora passe \u00e0 l'action et prend rendez-vous avec Natasha, d'une agence de rencontres.","_seopress_robots_index":"","_seopress_robots_follow":"","_seopress_robots_imageindex":"","_seopress_robots_snippet":"","_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_robots_breadcrumbs":"","_seopress_robots_freeze_modified_date":"","_seopress_robots_custom_modified_date":"","_seopress_robots_canonical":"","_seopress_social_fb_title":"","_seopress_social_fb_desc":"","_seopress_social_fb_img":"","_seopress_social_fb_img_attachment_id":0,"_seopress_social_fb_img_width":0,"_seopress_social_fb_img_height":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_title":"","_seopress_social_twitter_desc":"","_seopress_social_twitter_img":"","_seopress_social_twitter_img_attachment_id":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_img_width":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_img_height":0,"_seopress_redirections_value":"","_seopress_redirections_enabled":"","_seopress_redirections_enabled_regex":"","_seopress_redirections_logged_status":"","_seopress_redirections_param":"","_seopress_redirections_type":0,"_seopress_analysis_target_kw":"","_seopress_news_disabled":"","_seopress_video_disabled":"","_seopress_video":[],"_seopress_pro_schemas_manual":[],"_seopress_pro_rich_snippets_disable_all":"","_seopress_pro_rich_snippets_disable":[],"_seopress_pro_schemas":[],"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"class_list":["post-58486","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lettre-mme-cora"],"blocksy_meta":{"styles_descriptor":{"styles":{"desktop":"","tablet":"","mobile":""},"google_fonts":[],"version":8}},"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58486","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/414"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=58486"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58486\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/58487"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=58486"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chezcora.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=58486"}],"curies":[{"name":"WP","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}