Hey people, do you think, that if we do not join an online dating site, we are sentenced to a lonely lifetime ?

You may think I’m crazy wanting to meet the man of my life, as portrayed in Hollywood movies, or worse in Bollywood movies?

The Dream.

Picture the scene : you are super late for work, you rush to catch the subway at the last minute after the run of your life, and there you fall into this beautiful stranger’s arms…

(yes I know it’s Captain America… But I said picture the scene, so picture it !!!)

At that moment, the first notes of whatever romantic song come out from nowhere, you look at each other’s eyes, and something almost electric happens between you two. You smile awkwardly, you apologize and he says : “My pleasure, Miss !”

He gives you his number before leaving the subway at the next station, telling you that he would like to see you again, for coffee or else (I know highly unlikely, but we are in the middle of my romantic comedy).

When you finally reach your office, you are haunted by Mister Prince Charming (whom you don’t know the name), you cannot focus on your work, you’re too busy staring at his phone number, just like Gollum and the Ring of Power :

Gollum - Ring of Power - Illustration

But the reality pops up, like a smash in the head : it only happens in movies, because the truth is out there (as Mulder would say).

Reality.

You are super late for work (oddly this hasn’t changed…), you rush to catch the subway at the last minute, after your sprint of 2m50, which might cause you a heart attack (note to self: you should think of getting back to the gym one day…!).

And there, after catching your breath again, you notice that the subway is packed with a million of people, it’s at least 150 000° in there, and you might faint because of the balanced mix of bad fragrance, coffee, and SWEAT…. A lot of sweat !

Once you got used to such scent (because yes people, at some point, unfortunately, you get used to it…), you try to find a way through the strollers, the crying babies, and the people pulling a face of 12km long (ok it’s 9 am, but geez that’s no reason, a little smile for god’s sake, we are not asking you for a kidney…)

I won’t even talk about the “Move over to the back, to make some space” even though you already have your face stuck against the window of the opposite door (should we mention bacteria and other disgusting stuffs you’re exposing your face to (note to self #2: think about buying disinfecting wipes for hands AND face)).

And at that same moment, we’re simply flooded by the huge posters “MATCH.COM – I think that interactions happen everywhere, but especially elsewhere”. If someone can explain this slogan, not sure I got it at this point.

But you might ask me: “Where is Mister Prince Charming in this story?” Well, nothing, nada… As you might have guessed by now, I’ll hardly find the Prince Charming in the subway, and let alone in my car, where I play the antisocial mix of Lewis Hamilton and Freddy Mercury!

Chanter dans sa voiture