A few weeks ago, I started a conversation with Florentin on a dating site. He told me he was 23 years old and passive and eager for a date. He couldn't host, living with his parents. Being married, that wasn't possible for me either. He suggested a nature plan. But having almost been caught out recently, I was a little scalded on that front. I thought it would go around in circles and lead nowhere. I was about to politely leave the conversation when he asked me some insistent questions that intrigued me. "Are you discreet? If it's not exactly at my place, does that bother you?" I asked him to clarify. He told me he wanted to host me in the basement of his building but insisted on being very discreet around his parents and the neighbors. He sent me the address. Google is your friend... A quick look on Google maps. I discovered a small building in a housing estate that I knew was quiet, ten minutes from my house. I thought about it. He doesn't seem to be forcing me to come at all costs. So, apparently, there's no ambush. He gives me his phone number. I call him. He answers, a little embarrassed. He explains to me, a few seconds later, that he has to isolate himself, as his parents are nearby. The meeting is arranged. I take the road and arrange to arrive 10 minutes early. I park in a slightly out-of-the-way parking lot and set off on foot to make a first pass. Activity in a small housing estate in a small town in the Pas-de-Calais region on a Sunday at 9 a.m. An old lady in a bathrobe takes her poodle out. A guy walks by, a baguette under his arm. From an open window on the ground floor, we hear an accordion. I go back to wait a few minutes in my car. At the appointed time, I send him a message. "I'm here." I walk towards the entrance of the buil ...

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