Of course, there are dating sites. But chance is not completely old-fashioned when it comes to bringing two people into contact. And summer is the season most conducive to love at first sight, since we are more mobile, lighter, more available. So much so that places that are not at all sexy at first end up becoming as scorching as the sweaty atmosphere of a nightclub. Examples with the means of transport, which can send us to seventh heaven.
On the plane, it smells like a sock, but some of our readers consider it a temple of love. Yes, yes, yes. Because they experienced unforgettable emotions there. Annie, who responded to our call for witnesses, did not think her trip to Turkey would be pleasant. And yet: “On the plane, a man was sitting next to me. I opened my package of cookies and politely offered her. He refused quite coldly. But when the meal arrived, we started chatting, laughing, as if we had known each other for years. He gave me his number, pretending that I could reach him in case of trouble in Turkey. From there began the most beautiful story of my life. Four months later, we moved in together. It’s been almost a year and we have lots of plans for the future. For Rebecca too, the plane is THE SPOT of flirting. The proof: “I met the two loves of my life there. I was married for twenty-two years to the first and I have shared the life of the second for ten years, ”she says.
“I had the best meeting of my life at Roissy”
We often prefer to take a nap in the air rather than flirting. It is perhaps a mistake, to listen to Michèle. “On a plane between Casablanca and Marseille, the gentleman was very enterprising. And at the beginning, I didn’t hang on too much. But he became my husband and it’s been more than thirty years! But let’s be realistic, the thunderbolt at altitude must sometimes remain a fantasy. It’s hard, but that’s life. Patrice can testify to this, with a heavy heart. “I took a Japan Airlines plane to go to Auckland (New Zealand). A Japanese hostess was in front of me. It was quite embarrassing, because our eyes often met. She was beautiful and very classy. His face remained imprinted in my brain. Two years later, I ran into her in Los Angeles. I told him we had met before. And surprise: she remembered me. We were so disturbed that we didn’t have the reflex to ask for our coordinates. Something had really happened between us, love at first sight. We never saw each other again. Perhaps the great love of my life has escaped me? he wonders.
And if the airport is synonymous with mortal boredom for the majority of human beings, for a fortunate minority, it is a hovering place in more ways than one. As Nessrine testifies: “I had the best meeting of my life at Roissy, while waiting for my turn to check in my suitcase. My gaze fell on this tall brunette, he gently let me pass. We took the same plane. A few days later, I saw him again, this time by the sea. The mutual love at first sight was confirmed! Fifteen years later, we are married, have two beautiful children and are in love as the first day. “If stopovers often waste time, they are winning in the search for a soul mate, according to Mustapha: “I met an Italian woman during a stopover. She left me her number on my suitcase. Today, we have 2 beautiful daughters”.
“It was eleven years ago, in the Eurostar”
Bilel also met his girlfriend during a stopover at the airport in Tunis. “We each had a night to spend in the transit zone and we chatted over coffee. The next day, we met when we were picking up our suitcases. Mine never arrived and she accompanied me to make the declaration of loss. The next day I received a message from an unknown number telling me that my suitcase had been found. It was her. Full of panache, she had called the airport, pretended to be my girlfriend and had managed to extract my number during the identity confirmation. To thank her, I offered to buy her a drink. Three months later, we are still together and on track to stay that way for a long time. »
But it’s not just the plane to get high. If the SNCF slogan is “It’s up to us to make you prefer the train”, some don’t need to be pushed to jump into the first passing Ouigo. And for good reason: it reminds them of electric memories. Like Sarah: “It was eleven years ago, in the Eurostar. I was going to London for the weekend for a wedding, he was going home. I went to get a Coke and found this Englishman staring at me and trying to catch my eye. He approached me, we exchanged and the English charm operated. I gave him my number, which I had never done in my life. We met in Paris two months later. Today he is my husband and we are expecting our first child. Baptiste also took the right carriage: “Big train delay, I see a pretty girl in the station. I sit not very far from her and understand that we are on the same train. We discuss, we travel together. Thirteen years later, we are married and have 3 children”.
“Everything was simple, incredibly true, without artifice”
The promiscuity in the carriages is certainly not unrelated to this perfume of eroticism which reigns there. As evidenced by Françoise, who experienced a moment of ecstasy in the TGV. “My place had been sold twice by mistake. It was then that, moment of grace, this boy came to me to offer me the place next to him… He had long hair, a guitar, he was bohemian. I don’t know how, but our hands and then our lips found each other. Never has a 4 hour journey seemed so short and so enchanting. Then, the TGV arrived at Gare de Lyon. One last look and everyone went their own way. My companion was waiting for me on the quay. I preferred to keep my little secret.
Lili has also already forgotten the SNCF sandwiches but not the look of her handsome Hidalgo in car 7: “I was coming back from Italy. A man sat down in front of me. I watched him out of the corner of my eye and our knees were almost touching, the cramped space preventing any sudden movement. I felt it right away in his eyes, behind his glasses: a flash, an obviousness, an uncontrollable emotion. We started exchanging words, looks, memories… Everything was simple, incredibly true, without artifice. On a journey that must have been long and painful, I saw nothing pass, neither time nor the other passengers. We both went down to Paris and spent time together. But that’s another story… “. What if the next lucky one was you?