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I slept the first night (and it's a big story)

You spent a wonderful evening with this beau. Your heart is pounding, your palms are sweaty, butterflies are whirling around in your stomach. Outside your door, you come face to face:

You:Okay, well that was a great night...

Him:Yes, I had a great time...

You:Yeah, me too…

Him:…

You:(small smile that means:"Hihi")

Him:(small smile which means:"Hihi")

And there, in your head, everything goes live :"Rolala, I can't offer him a last drink anyway, I'm not a girl of joy. And then what will he think of me? What about my big butt? Rolala, I shouldn't eat in the canteen anymore. No, but girls who sleep on the first night, they're seen as bad girls, huh? Not frequentable? Damn he has beautiful lips... But he won't want to see me again! And then he'll tell his friends everything! And I will feel dirty. And alone. And I will end up being eaten by my cats!!! Rolala WHAT am I doing????!!! »

The solution is in 3 lessons

We don't force ourselves

We are careful (the guy is not a psychopath? Check. I have enough to protect myself or in case it gets hot? Check)

We do as we feel

Because yes, we can sleep from the first night and live with the chosen one of our heart a very beautiful love story, contrary to received ideas that plague our brains. The proof in 3 stories.

Anaïs, 29, and Antoine, 31, together for 5 years

""Fiestaaaa!" I yelled as I uncorked a bottle of champagne and arrived at my best friend, Aurore, who was celebrating her 25th birthday. There follows the waltz of kisses-introductions where we never remember the first names "Hello Anaïs, enchanted". The war of who will have a slice of hot pizza, Girl Power dances on the floor and songs from the 1990s. What a normal evening. This is where I meet Antoine. We exchange small talk, during which I happily watch a handsome guy from the evening, who finally turned out to have a girlfriend. Suddenly, out of spite, I continue to speak with Antoine, thanks to the wind of the beautiful kid. And fortunately ! I discover that we like the same music, the same films and that we want to give the same first names to our children (just kidding). Honestly, which I will never say at my wedding, but I didn't fall in love with it. In fact, I didn't necessarily want him, but to do some gym with a man and fall asleep in his bars (I had been single for a year and a half...). We go to his house for "a last drink", he kisses me, and then, when it wasn't really my style, he unleashes the beast that was in me. We spent a very warm night together and also, to my surprise, very tender… And we fell asleep in each other's arms, as if we were used to it. It's been 5 years since I've left the crook of his shoulder and never - knock on wood - will I. »

Sophie and Gaël, 27, together for 9 years

"With Gaël, we were in the same class. We were 18 years old, I was a rather shy skater and he had a wesh-wesh look that I couldn't stand. What I liked? They were the rockers. As a result, we hardly ever spoke to each other in a year of classes. Then at the end of the year, I had a very intense dream:him and I, naked, making love with a passion so hot it could set ice on fire! This dream stuck with me so much that I started fantasizing about him… And a week later, while I was out with some girlfriends, I ran into him! The 3 mojitos may have helped me but I immediately walked over to him, I said a stupid sentence like "Gaël, I like you". And to my surprise, he replied, "Me too." We looked at each other a little stupidly then our lips fell on each other! The big bang in my belly! Suffice to say that that night, we almost set fire to my bed. This fire has never been extinguished. We've been together for 9 years. We have our own apartment and we're even thinking about getting a little dog! (kids, it'll wait)"

Hélène, 33, and Thomas, 35, together for 7 years

"One evening, I went with two friends to a wine bar, in girls' night mode. Because guys, I couldn't take it anymore. After being thrown like a dirty sock by the guy I had been living with for 3 years, I had messed around a lot, chaining the depressives of which I was the shrink and the dirty guys. One evening, therefore, I go out with my girlfriends, who try to motivate me:"Tonight, Hélène, it's your evening, the one where you will meet the man of your life!" », launches me one of them. But to me, the charcuterie and cheese board suited me just fine! Eventually, I go to the bar for a while to ask for another drink. And there, a guy - who was not at all my style - starts to congratulate me on my musical performances ("She has the eyes of the guns", sung with my friends after a bottle of red). It makes me laugh. We talk, we talk, we talk. I barely notice my girlfriends leaving, winking at me. Finally, the bar closes. We can't leave each other. We continue to talk outside, about everything, nothing, we walk towards the taxis and then we decide to stay outside talking again. That night, we did donkeys all night, climbing the children's games in a square or statues. Finally, at 7am, we meet face to face. He kisses me. I thought the world was going to collapse and yet I barely knew it. As we could not leave each other, he offers to come to my house. I refuse, because I don't trust guys anymore. He said, "Okay, no worries," with a big smile, offering to meet me again. I'm cracking up, I'm taking it home. We spent the day talking and making love. We've been together for 7 years and this story made all the guests at our wedding last year laugh.