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  • We met on the online a week ago and yesterday was the big day, the first date. I was feeling 15 years old again, I couldn't eat that night as I was so impatient to see you and to hear your voice. After a wonderful bottle of white wine at Café Bohême we decided to go on a bike ride. It was late at night, you were showing me London, streets were empty, it was magic. We stopped at Westminster Bridge, you took that picture of me, it was incredibly mild outside. You came closer to me as I was looking at Tower Bridge and you kissed me, such a delicate and adorable kiss. I was the happiest woman on earth when Big Ben started to ring making both of us feel that we were really living something that was better than any French movie.

    Teenagers were passing by, this is where we heard a "get a room" followed by a "disgusting"... We burst into laugh "welcome back to reality". No. No movie could have planned for that either.

    That was the best first date ever. Thank you English man.
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