Don't say to your correspondents you are old and ugly… …they believe you are a young and pretty French woman, that you live in Paris in a charming house from Montmartre district. Alas, in reality, I am an old man who lives in the Périgord Noir a country filled castles and old medieval villages. More terrible mistake, I put even my photography believing that was mandatory. Since I row to find regular correspondents for months. Oh, I have well had some epistolary exchanges from all countries. I talked with Greeks who learn Spanish, Tunisians who study Russian, Russians who work their German, young, kids, olds, all kindy but very inconstant. Enthusiastic for a day, gone the next day. You cannot say that I don't make efforts! When by lucky I have a contact with an anglophone who learn French, I am very caring with him. I love to help, to be accurate in my corrections an to give explanations and advice. It is not for nothing that on Busuu's website (learning site), thirteen correspondents gave me the Award for the best correction. It has to sell myself well a bit. Isn't? Alas, last deception today. Since months I was exchanging with a person from New-york city very studious, but there are several weeks I have no news. It is why I have had fancy wanted to write this text today. I believe that in our world there is intergenerational segregation, that the great majority correspondent are young and that one is more judged about our appearance than on the reality what of we are actually. It is a pity.