When love is e-mail
At the time, I was a reporter for a news radio and I must urgently find someone able to intervene live at 6 am the next day on a pre-election question.
I am advised to contact a certain Alexandre Valera * of a polling institute.
At 8 pm, I leave a desperate message. He recalls, and when I tell him the schedule, he answers: "Tomorrow, 6 am Wait, I have to consult my agenda ... Ah, no luck, I have a plane!"
Not fooled, I make a deal with him: "Come on, it's not your time, I understand you ... I promise to call you tomorrow before 6 am to wake you up, wherever you are ..."
"OK, but I warn you, I do not wake up, if you do not wake up, too bad for you!"
"More than 200 emails without knowing anything of each other"
I liked him already, his tone, his voice. I liked the grotesque side of his plane story.
The next day at 5:40, I call and then I listen to the radio. Everything is going well, I go back to sleep. When I wake up, my cell phone displays "It was nice to have woken up, I wish you a good day, Alexandre Valera"
My mobile can receive SMS, but not send. So, I call his company and request his email address. I write to him from my office:
- You're welcome. Whenever possible, when I make a promise, I try to hold it. See you soon. Marie Rhodes *.
- See you soon ? It's a threat or a promise?
- It's a threat AND a promise!
During the week, we exchanged more than 200 emails without knowing anything of each other. We were sent on false trails of age, nationality, taste ... We had a lot of fun, but without knowing which foot to dance. One certainty: we liked a lot and we had the same humor!
During the weekend, he bombarded me with SMS, always on the tone of the joke, without frontal drag. Sunday, I receive a count: "In 2 hours, it will be a week that we know each other", "In 10 minutes, it will be a week ..." All weekend, I answer from the laptops of girlfriends, people on the bus ...
No longer having laptops to borrow, I write "to tomorrow".
Answer: "steal a cell phone or buy one, otherwise I'll kill myself with a spoon!"
I manage to convince a friend who wrote to him from me: "do not commit suicide, we dine together Wednesday night."
"Give up Marie, this guy is a sucker to chicks ..."
Monday is here. The mails are fervently renewed and I put a big pressure:
- At least you have to live up toAmelie Poulain, from She and Him and of Love at first sight in Notting Hill !
- You will not be disappointed. I have the smile of Ladislas de Oyos, the humor of Jacques Ballutin and the body of Jean-Pierre Foucault.
I make him carry by courier a beautiful big picture of me at 3 years old. The fold arrives in full board, and it opens in front of everyone ...
- Thank you. You made me look like a pedophile!
Wednesday arrives. The appointment is fixed at 21h, at "La Pérouse".
I dressed flashy with high heels. In the restaurant, I ask the lady who accompanies me to the small room that he has reserved: "How is it?" Does he have a beard, a curb bracelet and white socks? "" None of this he is very good! "
When I enter the room, he is leaning against the fireplace, very tanned. I only see
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| Marriage of Mary and Alexander |
Then I see my picture in the frame on the mantelpiece, "how you feel at home," he said to me ... "He brought paper and felt pens" If we have nothing to say, we can always write . "
We talked until 1am, avoiding to look at each other ...
From this dinner, we began to unfold gradually.
A month later, we never left each other. Alex told me that he would never marry and have no children. In early May, we settled together and 5 months later, he asked me in marriage.
* The names of the people have been changed
