“Summer fling, don’t mean a thing”, sang John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John in the famous musical. And yet… When she was 20, Justine spent, like every summer, her holidays with her grandmother in Spain, in a small town in the province of Castellón.
One day, to kill boredom, she decides to register on a dating application… And sees her summer upset by an unexpected love story. For Planet, she confides her testimony full of tenderness, but also of disappointment.
“My friends, with whom I used to spend most of my summers, had already gone home to France. I was bored to death and, to break my routine, I decided to register on a dating app. Even though I was busy during the day, going to the beach or taking a walk with my grandmother, I felt very lonely at night. I was not very fond of this type of application at the time, because I was always very embarrassed at the idea of someone I knew bumping into me. In the middle of the Iberian Peninsula, I didn’t have much to lose!” she.
“I started chatting with girls, with boys, and I immediately hooked up with one of them, let’s call him Martin,” recalls Justine. Very quickly, the young man invites him to dinner. Hesitant at first, the student ends up accepting.
“I was very stressed about meeting a stranger, so I almost canceled at the last minute. While I was waiting for him at the meeting point, I called a friend who told me convinced her to stay,” she says. What a wise decision! “When I saw him in the distance, I immediately fell under his spell: he was very handsome, smiling and friendly,” continues the twenty-something.
She tells us: “We went to dinner, and the hours seemed like seconds: we were very different, and very talkative, so we had a lot to tell each other. We drank wine, laughed at everything and nothing, and was already planning our next outings together. It was like we had known each other forever, love at first sight.”
“For his part, he spent the evening complimenting me on my eyes, my mouth, my curves… I had never felt so beautiful, so feminine, so sexy in someone’s eyes. time, we were very accomplices: he was amused by my clumsiness, and I gently made fun of his adventures”, articulates Justine.
“When he was supposed to drive me home, we parked near a small pebble beach, and we had sex in his car,” she gushed. “We promised to see each other again,” she continues, as she returned to France a few days later. The two lovebirds kept in touch, but unfortunately couldn’t see each other again before Justine left… Until the latter decided to save up to join him for a weekend in Barcelona.
“When I got back, we continued to talk a lot. Martin told me that he was in a hurry to see me, to show me Barcelona where he lived, that he only saw me… So, I decided to visit him in October. We had organized everything to have a dream holiday”, says Justine, who remembers how euphoric she was at the idea of traveling 1000 kilometers for love and passion.
“Disillusion was quick to point the tip of his nose. His apartment was a real trash can, he drank beers at nine in the morning and, above all, spent very little time with me”, laments Justine.
“I actually arrived late at night, the first day. So we fell asleep in each other’s arms, and the next day he spent the day on his computer. We went out for an hour at trouble, just to drink a can of soda on a bench”, regrets the young woman.
“When we had to go out in the evening, he finally wanted to stay at the apartment to watch a football match, not because he was a fan, but because he had bet money on the result”, she breathes. After several tens of minutes, Martin is suddenly more pleasant, more enterprising… “I was happy that he finally showed a little tenderness with me, we made love and… As soon as we finished, he threw himself on the sofa to resume his match: in fact, it was only half-time. I was very hurt by this lack of attention when you know that I had done travel, paid for my plane tickets several hundred euros”.
In the end, Justine and Martin had, indeed, nothing in common. “I had completely romanticized this story, which had something to dream about: I met him on vacation, under the Spanish sun, he said words of love to me… But was ultimately far from being the man of my dreams”, laughs the young woman. “Today, I essentially feel tenderness towards Martin: we don’t speak to each other at all, but I think back to this lovely story that only lasted one evening and, that was how long it lasted. “.
