At a party, I impressed a guy by claiming I ran every morning. He kindly invited me to join him the next Saturday. On the day, we hurried down five flights of stairs without the elevator—on an empty stomach. I was already sweating. After just 300 meters, I was gasping for air. He was shocked, especially when I threw up on my brand-new cute sneakers bought just for the occasion. Happy ending: Eleven years later, we're married!
Christelle, 37, salesperson
He was standing by the roadside—super cute. I drove past, then turned back to get a better look: confirmed, total hottie. To catch his attention, I revved my new car's engine. Boy, did it roar! But I stalled right there, nearly running over a grandma. Plus, the guy yelled that I was crazy and a criminal. The grandma was fine; my dignity, not so much.
Élodie, 30, heritage assistant
I'd fallen hard for Filip, a handsome Czech student. A week after he returned home, I took two days off and flew express to Prague with his dream bottle of Dom Pérignon 1999. He gave me a kiss, and I canceled my return flight.
Mélanie, 28, hostess
