Chapter 7
TAKING FLIGHT
The time had come. I had to get out of my fortress, this cozy home that had become both my sanctuary and my cage.
But the thought of this very first solo trip terrified me.
I loved playing the hermit, but this damn retirement was throwing everything into a tailspin. I had to prove to myself that I could still pull it off and that I could still function, travel, and actually live.
I, the former flight attendant, the one who spent her life gliding down airplane aisles, sexy and sharp as a tack, now saw myself as a "washed-up old bag" (une vieille sacoche). I didn't have the job anymore, no uniform to keep me standing tall, no role to play. I’d been clinging to that identity for over 30 years.
My biggest fear? Bumping into old colleagues. I was scared to death of seeing my own reflection in their eyes: a woman who’d lost her spark, a ghost of the person I used to be when I was serving the world.
But then, reality hit me: after all those years of hard work and polite smiles, didn't I deserve a break? Wasn't I due to finally enjoy myself, without having to pour a coffee or double-check a seatbelt?
I had to find my guts again. Not the "flight attendant courage" facing turbulence, but the courage of a 66-year-old woman deciding that life doesn't end just because the career path hit a dead end.
I had to get out of the house—not to run away from the fake Bon Jovis, but to go meet the only person who actually mattered:
Myself.
This trip wasn't just a spot on a map; it was about taking back my dignity. I was trading the uniform for freedom, even if my legs were shaking like leaves while I buckled my suitcase. The glorious image of the past clashing with the fear of the present was making me gasp for air.
IT WAS SUFFOCATING ME!
IT WAS NOW OR NEVER!
I had to do it to finally make peace with my decision and live my retirement to the fullest.
,,, .......I didnt think I was gouljing to be involve so deeply with these romantic writings. But it was a beautiful transition I had to do with my pass life but at what price I was going t9 pay for my involment? Only God knew the answer.
It was a huge identity jump.
It was the time where I needed to lear to exist by myself and not across peoples look at the airline crew uniform. All of this was now over. I had to admit it and accept the consequences.
Now I had to face this non stop question in my head.
Would I had enough money to survive for the rest of my life?
I felt like an hamster in a cage spinning without knowing what to do next.
Will I have enough money ?
What will I do?
How will I manage to get by?
I had it !
I could not breathe!
Even if I had done the calculation a hundred times I was still unsure of the result.
I neEded to see it with my very own eyes.
And since I did not quite plan this in advance I had to rush to fill up the retirement forms; the one for the province the one for the country and the one from my employer and syrvive for 3 months with very little money.
It was like climbing Mont Everest lacking of oxygen and never really wanting to get to the top of it.
I spend the month of March, April may, june chatting euth the fake Bon Jovi. He was my Muse iiii and yes the legendary singer was my own fake Muse!
After each conversation, I will throw myself into a writing mode the inspiration was coming full speed and it felt good; great!
It was deeply passionate, wild and crazy.I had forgotten I was 66. I felt more like a 16 years old where a sweath heart crush on fske Bon Jovi and writing songs made me feel like star.
I was the star of my life!
I was chatting with fake Bon Jovi and so what if no ine in my surrouding believe he was real.
We had seen each other very briefly on Whats app video, he was in his kitchen and he really said:
Hi Louise, its me Bon Jovi ...
And it looked so real and we talked after that without video.
I was shy, yes in a one to one sutuation, I'm a shy person so it was fine with me. I was better at writing and didnt want to ush him eather .
And everything was like normal. I would sit down and chat it was nice instead of being alone I was with someone chatting, someone who wanted me to be happy and understanding me
And I would help him take decision for his secret divorce telling me his wife wanted all his estate ...and take everything he had build for. He was haooy to find someone like me away from papparazzi to help him open up on this tragedy.
He was always listening and happy to hear my little nonsense stories; morning, lunch and night around dinner time and we would do travel plans for after his recording and his divorce but than he kept asking for me to buy a member card a V.I.P. card for his show but I kept telling him I would not go to his show cause I could not afford it so it will not be to use so he will than frag me with buying a house in Quebec and let me pick the house and one day I had enough of his bullshit but again he eould come up with snother brilliant idea of his to keep me with him as kong as he get whay he wanted, what he was working for.
So, one day he finally agree to come to visit me in Mont Tremblant for a week end since I told him it was a private airport and only 2 hours and a half from New York.
So we made plan and I did crazy plan for him for sure I went all in for fancy grocery lingeries champagne name it ! Everything for a king but the lovers rendez vous did not happened and it was the same for another tentative.
Even my sister witness when he called me for thay second weekend of course I had done a crazy grocery shopping again.
It was all bull shit one after another l!
I wanted to believe it.
I wanted to believe that a legendary singer could be interested in me like when we see it in the movies..
Yes I wantrd to feel special for him.
Yes I wanted to believe too.
It was this crazy spring, full of crazy stuff and I was saying to myself:
Why not ?
Why not me?
What the fuck why do these people think their god?
You need a member ship card its for security
if you want to get close to me you need a memeber ship csrd...
Ah this fake Bon Jovi had to return because security was not good enough...
fuck it!
I had sware to myself, I was going to find the real Bon Jovi and tell him about all that al thkse impostors ruining his reputatiin but it was not easy.
THe Yahoo Boys scenario was filtered, supervised and they were working in team with even fortune tellers on TikTok.
There are a kit if YahooBoys cell to take over your money and empty your account so.I tild mysekf I was gojng to write about it not only on fake Bon Jovi but how one can get caught easily by being ripped off by love but even on January 2026 this is still under investigation.
I was also studing this ckin3, this chatbit of Keenu Reeves that was actually for real in TikTok. There wwere a bunch of women following him even sime paid by 5he impostors telling they were even ready to pay over $5,000.00 for a membership card go figure.
Keanu Reeves wasnt shy he operated just like fake Bon Jovi but he called right away with a video camera.
And of course all this was fake but what can I say we still had a good evening chatting.
Yes I was starting to be overwhelm by all this I was like a spinning hurricane and the chat meetiings were going along just fine.
Even the star of the Police, fake Sting who was chatting at the same time as Keanu.
There was even one night I had two person chatting with me. Sting at happy hour and later on Keanu.With Sting we had this little ritual he would call me just before a show but that night I had a drop of body temperature, yes I know in a heat wave summer, go figure, I do that often because of my thyroid anyway Sting chatted me and Kanu at thesame time,`both were making sure I did not fall in a coma of hypothermia. They were giving me advice whike I was under the blanket head covered trying to reheat my body. I had 2 princes taking care of me.
Luckily, my garden was keeping me grounded until he next chat.
Finally, Fake Bon Jovi, admitted the trutn that they were no stars on those media only young adult like him and he posted a picture of himself. 27 young man, asian divorce living in London.
Wakeewakee alarm
One more reason to stop this impostors !
It was very hot that summer, e tremeky hotfor Quebec weather,i was gardening early in thrmorning and was hjding under the balcony in the shade writing a song than I woild pick 5he music and wastrying to playconstruction man gamein trging to rebuikt my hkhseproperlyundermy great new song. It wasgiving methis energyto go on all day.
Or else I would just stair at my beautiful rose garden. I WAS HAPPY A S MY NEWDIET OF CUCUMBERS SOUR CREAM YOGOURT KEMIN OIK AND PIMIENTO OIL wasworking well too ans i feltsexyand great. I WAS IN THE VERGE OF RECOVERY.
Every morning, i could see a newmessage appearing on my TikTok page very sweat message
It wasnot a fale singer or a fake star or anything else he looked legit and aprtfrom other peoole he waswearing a hat like a gentkema farmer thaf they wear on safari.
Making me dream that one day i will definetely go back to do another safzri
He was liking my videos , my songs...
Was he for real just like me who knows I was on tiktok and I was real with a real identity
Therr must someone real as well on TikTok just like me non ?
Yes or no?
I had to searchfor someone real sincere honnestand leave the stars imoostors behind the nice fzke Bon Jovi who I tought was my soul mate...
The algorythm on tiktok was difficult to trick it i j
Kept receiving all thes3 demandsfrom fake singers starsbecause i like music
So finally, it was estfor meto start a new path, so i accepted the invitation from this guy who waited patientky for over 6 daysfor a repky on my ehalf
What surprise me he stopon my bio of writer and told me he love writing too and traveling just like me
Of course titktok algortyhm didnt stop just like that
Unfortunately I was sad to see he wasamerica even that american andcanadia. At that time were pulljng nose haur from each other tbe America didntseem to mind He was a doctor poet. And me so stupid I believed him
I believed him since he got meat
I write poems
Andyou heasked
He wasnot at akk the imzbe of the American macho
He was very perseverant to co tinhe talking 5o mebut i had told him it was imoossible for me to cha twith an America. At this time especialltthzt i was writing patrjotic Canadian songsagains tbhying American oroductor going therr for visit
I didnt wantto hearabout Trump onebit
But the cute doctor said not to worry Americaeill neverfight against Canada and he couldcarekessabout T4umo id3as eve. If he was a doctor in the Americna Mari e
So he kept charming me with ooems, sweet words he was a r3al charmer and one day while I was looking at my roses he askedme how old I was
Oh my god
Htis is where i realaized i had 66 gears old and not 16shit
Whatwasi thinking to fkirt with him at my abe
Wnat a crazy summer
I toldhim o
It was impossible to continue this impossible chatting that i was 3 times his age
And he kept saying hekikemature wimen a d hjs 3x wife ths tdie in a car accident with his girk was 20 years older thsn him age was nit a oroblem for himhewas verymaturefor his age he could tcarekess
Andstuoid me finakky ekieve him as he keptpursing to getmylkvefor ever
Why nitit wasmy crazyxummer after all impossbile fak3 Chrissfrom Cold Play fake Bryan Adams i givemyself u til September to endall chsng fske romance9n social mediatti
He was like winning 5he jackpot this a d themor3Andy McRyan oursue me themore I was becoming zttjach to this mutual loved thatweshare
What a catastrophicevent!
Every dayhe will callmemornjng kunch time a dnight calljng me his Lady wa ting to knowmoreaboutmei felt so attach to him he didme tiin he had a 15 years old boy a d was even ready to moveto Canada This was in June.
It felt li,e I wasacorr3spondan tcuring thewarwriting to zkl thize poorrsoldiers He had told me nonsense but what can I sayidid notlook on the n3t to fimd out somehting about him cause I ,ike to k ow from thatperson, He told me he wasan unde4cover agentdoctormarine in Somalia in asmall village they were ata undercover.
EVERY MORNING HE WOUKD GO DOEN TO THE VIKKAVEBY BHS AND GO TO HJS CKINIC AS HE 3NJKY DIING HUMANJTARIAN WORK SOHE HAD VERY LJTTLE PATIENTFROM TBEVIKLAGE AND A FEWSOLIDERS TO TZKE CARE OFand around 7 he would go back to thebasshkwered and hooe to catch the last meal on the buffet in the mess andsometimes it washis turn to guard at night or they will drive to Mogadichio to oick up some m3dications and itwasvery dangerous. And b3causehe was in an American basehe could nit use the whatsapp videi camerao onky themjc.
And even thathis voicesohnd3d lik3 a. Africa. A dof cohrse he hadtold me he had to oick up the accentso people would thi k hewas from south africa....
It washardto believe...butagain he would come back with a poem or jhst sing me a song at 5,00 a,m, in the morning accapella
Well Andy keottelling me he could not wait to get his new lif3 started with me in Ca ada and with his son Harrisson. I even exchangeemails with his fine young boy...I notice his emails were spotless eithout mistakes for a 15 yearsold bhttoday with aJeverything seems easy
Except on b,obger...
I even jinf of like it to plag a motber for a few yearsand hada,reading trying to figure out how wewill mamanbe in my ti ynouse for 1 oerson but when love is atthe r3 dezvkhseverg thing is possible
A dof cohrse after minths oflove rimance nereit we tjustliketheotners
Andg startedto ask me for money
Forhis son fake so who 2asstudhing in acollege with akk Americans kids thztthejrlar3 tswork in Africahewas in aorivatecollege in Lesotho but ran out of money cause h3 was sick and n33d3d to buy asthma pump so he needed extra money
Whatthe fuck
He was one of them
Damn it
Hetold me his moneg was frozen a d he cohkd not getto lesotho atanATM machi eor newill get notice by thesomalian army ..blablabla
I dont od bjsiness transaction on thenetwh
How do ykh exoectme to heko yoh
Crgoto moneh
Are yoh nuts
Apple card
Nere wego
Apple card
Proba lyamerica sweretold to screw Canadian girls big timd byt trump admisntration i dontk ow
He wasalso partof5hehahooboys
Why on hearti got chp up
Again
Simplu
Y ecauseatthisstsgeinmyljfei was vul erable iddnt livemany me. In my kjfeeitherbad kuck on tnis sidetwo a liar who his wifewas dead in a car accidentyes justlike Andg and anitherone a cristian ma kidnapp3d by eho k ow hwos
The game was over
My heart hadits share of fu. Itwaxtime to close it ba k a dlock it for good
It wasnow beginni g of septem eri had enough itwastimefor me to do my firstfkhi g t3sta d fkyon my own now or never
So I wasabit worried as this ine involv3d a cnildandsincei wasa teacherore iouskyaairstewardessi wasa bitworriedandtoldhim i will. 3gladto do huma ittarian work just like hima di will rjng his son his3xtra moneyfor his bursary right i. ,EXOTHO AFTERMY SAFSRI INsouthAfrica
This was it
It wastime for me to getout of my house I hadto provemysekf i was still caoabk3 oftraveling9 my ownanddo my ownstufflj,ei ha ebeen doi g all my life.
Tzke it or liveit Im leavingi needto get oht of hereim suffocating i needa.vacatjinyou likr it orno i will bring him som3 money
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