"Yesterday I did not even ask your name."
"True! Monica I'm Pleasure. "
" My pleasure Monica. You have your chart? "
" I did not understand your name ... "
"..." The
waited after the closing time for the library. We went to a coffee bar in the keeper of my favorite perfume.
Monica was twenty-five years. An academic career to be completed, and a family that could not stand. So a twenty-five normal.
She was of the place. It took me to visit some of the narrow alleys of the city. Stone steps leading up to the top, under porches full of moisture. We walked the talk and remove the stones to rain, from one topic to another with ease. The most trivial thing to say now is that it seemed we had known a life. I'll try not to tell, but unfortunately was.
I spoke at length about his political beliefs. Of its ideology. How he influenced his school choices.
went into a perfume store. It was there that resent my perfume so loved.
"This, he is my favorite perfume."
"Really? Do you think that just the other day I had tried here. I often come here. It is one of my favorite stores. I love the smells. "
she could not be the guardian of my perfume. Although the first few days he was wearing and I had heard. It would be something so obvious and banal, obvious. These things only happen in movies. If it were a movie, I would have accompanied home. We would have kissed her under the door, and then we'll forget all about Michael rose. Instead we talked for hours of my esteem for my girl, I remember talking to Monica for reasons of my love for her. It was great. I felt stupid. A look behind me, a happiness that I had instead. By Monica talked for a long time. We exchanged phone numbers and then I ran back home.
prepared a delicious dinner. Spaghetti with seafood, shrimp, and then the meat, and lots of good white wine. All for my love. I called ecstasy, I was very happy to me.
"Love Come on, come and eat with me tonight?"
"Darling I have a commitment tonight."
"The references, at least this time, please, we're not ever together."
"I can not, is a very important commitment,"
"Dai Michi please ..."
"But that can only think of you? You're a selfish bastard. Do your cocks and then demand that others are to your comfortable. I told you I'm busy and it is a very important business dinner! "
" I can not go with you? "
" ... "
" Hello ... "
" No. ... I do not like '. I salute you who are already late. "
I found myself there in my house with a dinner prepared by two. Moreover, was based tuttoa fish, and I do not like fish, but Michael liked to die.
Citofonai and condominiums upstairs. I left my dinner with them.
looked forward to the phone, as if waiting for something. I thought it would be better to betray Michael with Monica that day. Because he deserved it. I was not selfish. Especially now, after a while I had a great desire to hear Monica, I would have been hours on the phone with her talking. I should betray Michael, at least now I only regret and the consciousness that with my favorite librarian was just physical attraction. I picked up the phone to turn it off when he got a text message:
"Hey, I do not even write: With the beautiful day? ;-))"
I was smiling. I thought it was a trivial thing to write something like that to a girl, as when he was fifteen. I did not think much. I replied instinctively
"Well, I'm sorry ... But if you like 'we can also pass a lovely evening ..."
"True! Monica I'm Pleasure. "
" My pleasure Monica. You have your chart? "
" I did not understand your name ... "
"..." The
waited after the closing time for the library. We went to a coffee bar in the keeper of my favorite perfume.
Monica was twenty-five years. An academic career to be completed, and a family that could not stand. So a twenty-five normal.
She was of the place. It took me to visit some of the narrow alleys of the city. Stone steps leading up to the top, under porches full of moisture. We walked the talk and remove the stones to rain, from one topic to another with ease. The most trivial thing to say now is that it seemed we had known a life. I'll try not to tell, but unfortunately was.
I spoke at length about his political beliefs. Of its ideology. How he influenced his school choices.
went into a perfume store. It was there that resent my perfume so loved.
"This, he is my favorite perfume."
"Really? Do you think that just the other day I had tried here. I often come here. It is one of my favorite stores. I love the smells. "
she could not be the guardian of my perfume. Although the first few days he was wearing and I had heard. It would be something so obvious and banal, obvious. These things only happen in movies. If it were a movie, I would have accompanied home. We would have kissed her under the door, and then we'll forget all about Michael rose. Instead we talked for hours of my esteem for my girl, I remember talking to Monica for reasons of my love for her. It was great. I felt stupid. A look behind me, a happiness that I had instead. By Monica talked for a long time. We exchanged phone numbers and then I ran back home.
prepared a delicious dinner. Spaghetti with seafood, shrimp, and then the meat, and lots of good white wine. All for my love. I called ecstasy, I was very happy to me.
"Love Come on, come and eat with me tonight?"
"Darling I have a commitment tonight."
"The references, at least this time, please, we're not ever together."
"I can not, is a very important commitment,"
"Dai Michi please ..."
"But that can only think of you? You're a selfish bastard. Do your cocks and then demand that others are to your comfortable. I told you I'm busy and it is a very important business dinner! "
" I can not go with you? "
" ... "
" Hello ... "
" No. ... I do not like '. I salute you who are already late. "
I found myself there in my house with a dinner prepared by two. Moreover, was based tuttoa fish, and I do not like fish, but Michael liked to die.
Citofonai and condominiums upstairs. I left my dinner with them.
looked forward to the phone, as if waiting for something. I thought it would be better to betray Michael with Monica that day. Because he deserved it. I was not selfish. Especially now, after a while I had a great desire to hear Monica, I would have been hours on the phone with her talking. I should betray Michael, at least now I only regret and the consciousness that with my favorite librarian was just physical attraction. I picked up the phone to turn it off when he got a text message:
"Hey, I do not even write: With the beautiful day? ;-))"
I was smiling. I thought it was a trivial thing to write something like that to a girl, as when he was fifteen. I did not think much. I replied instinctively
"Well, I'm sorry ... But if you like 'we can also pass a lovely evening ..."
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