The Desperation of my Friend Martine
I think that my friend Martine is desperate. Or at least, she is desperate to find her soul mate. Everybody tells her that she tries too hard and every time she meets a guy, it turns into a manhunt. It's like she scrutinizes them, looking for specific signs. First, whether he is available, then if he has a bit of potential; and then seeks THE sign that he is the chosen one, like a spark, a blow to the heart, a magical moment where time stops. It makes no difference that we tell her; that love at first sight is perhaps not the best way to find the right guy for her, but she believes in it. She is very naive and had some bad experiences. Among others, two men she met within a 2-year period were married. The first one was a co-worker she knew, but she really believed he would leave his wife for her. It never happened, but she waited two years for him. The second, who she met on a dating site, worked in a shop of refrigerator repair laval and she didn't know that he was married and it took two months before she found out. Now, she is more careful. Now she tries to have men referred to her by friends or family. She has had her fill of these blind dates. Most of them didn't make it beyond three dates. She is in a hurry but she is more realistic now. Her latest hobby, which I discovered by chance when I stepped on a pair of shoes in her driveway is, you guessed it, the tango! Actually, they meet nights where you learn to dance the tango. She had already gone to the same kind of evening for the salsa and and had met a few people, but nothing really conclusive. She was finally able to make a good friend, but unfortunately it won't go any further; he is gay. And now, she is trying to recruit me to accompany her on her evenings. I find it hilarious, but I will go just out of curiosity, and of course as a good excuse to buy myself a pair of those beautiful tango shoes.