Two days in the lives of lovers. The first because everything is played out, the second because everything gets lost. This week, Julien, 37, remembers how he broke up with his first love.
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I am 14 years old, we just won the World 98 and I return to college, next to Nantes. I am anxious, because the last time I was the “new class”, I was kept in the refectory with my meal tray. Fortunately, we start with EPS with our main teacher. As I manage well in football, I easily make room for boys. Then we chain on German LV1. I quickly disinterested in the teacher, who reuses the blisters of the magazines to put her polys and I calmly scan the girls of 3 e a.
My favorite is Lena. She stands out because she is smaller than the others. Small mouth, small cheeks, small nose, small bun. A little bit of a cute woman and healing that I want to take in my arms. Until then, I only went out with three girls, the time of a slow at most. My goal is to hold more than two days to see how it goes when you ride the shovels at the ringing. But, after a few weeks, I understand that my friend Boris China Lena since 6 e , and I especially do not want to break our new friendship. I go out with another, the delegate. I sleep with her and I fart the brake.
In 2 , I find myself in the same class as Lena, in high school. She has broken with Boris for a long time, and she always attracts me as much. She is special, sometimes she snifles the essence in the ass of the scooters and she dresses well, not in the style of the bourgeois a little surfers underlined in quiksilver, ddp, o’neill … she has a big advantage: her father works At the SNCF, so it can take the free train to do the sales in Paris. When she puts her miniskirt on her dark tights, her yellow Martens and her leather jacket, she is deadly. It’s sexy, well done. She has only one defect: she loves Lara Fabian.
A Wednesday in September, I end up giving him an appointment, at lunch time, before my football training. I dry the refectory, it voluntarily miss the first bus service for Treillières. We stay together on the forecourt, and I ask myself against the concrete base of a huge earth globe in half -cut in half. In high school, it is called the “Mappemonde”, and I don’t even know what Mappemonde means. We know that we are going to kiss, but we wait for the cars to move away enough to have our intimacy, even if lots of people have seen us.
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