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I love / I love not (second part)
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I love / I love not (second part) I love the soft skin. I do not like acne, chapped skin, piercings or tattoos. I love good food but also fast food. I do not like to see their effects on my waistline. I like coffee, wine, beer, rum or whiskey ... I do not like vodka and unlike many, the wine makes me sleep and beer decreases my libido. Anyway can I drink very often. I love seafood but I do not believe in their aphrodisiac effects ... We smell after eating these critters! I like the evenings of love when it feels that the world turns only for both of us ... The kind of one we expected that the rest of the universe is there only to decorate accessorly this perfect evening. I do not like evenings of love that go wrong ... Long ago, I had that kind of evening where everything went really wrong. I had hardly separated from the love of my life to a few months, I had a new job that required a lot of my time and I take care of my father (who was the person I loved most in the world and had terminal cancer). In short, no real time for love (except for nostalgia and for the ghost of my ex). But my mother felt sorry for me. She then organized a blind date with the of one of her office mates ... The day before, I had returned to work after three days spent in hospital with my father and I worked day and night to catch up at work. But as people told me, this girl was very pretty, intelligent and, after seeing my picture, very interested to meet me. We must say that I was rather handsome at that time, and I had the advantage of being a young executive in the amount largest airline in the country. So I filled with caffeine and dressed in my best clothes to pick her up at her parents home. Ding Dong! The girl opens the door ... The shock! She was a wonderful tall and slender brunette with long hair to the buttocks: almost identical twin of my ex! For a few seconds, I even thought it was her ... My jaw was unhooked! She say hello, introduces herself and kisses me. Her perfume was the same as the one of my ex. She brought her parents to introduce myself. I spend from a large mirror and I see the funny face that I had ... At that time, in the early '90s, men's fashion was glued to the hair gel and smoothed back, but probably going to go up in the driveway at home, had a branch to cling since lock of hair. It was like a question mark on top of my head (... a bit like the boy in the movies of the '30s-you know? the one with the white that has a black circle around an eye ... Anyway ...). So she introduces me to her parents and I try to look dignified, trying somehow to put back my hair and minds to say something sensible. But in vain. I was looking around of me if there were no hidden cameras as so as the situation was absurd ... It was really a bad start. So we went to a chic restaurant on the outskirts of the city. There was lobster on the menu and I have ordered us a bottle of good wine. The girl was really intelligent, interesting and pleasant company. She was really an improved copy of my ex. But after my first couple of sips of this excellent wine, I began to yawn ... She talked about things that really interested me but I yawned at all times and my eyes were closing on their own. Though I fight against fatigue, nothing worked. After a while she stops short of talking. She looks at me and told me to let her know if she bothered me. Of course not! In normal times they were subjects that interested me. Out of her mouth that was as delicious as the song of a siren. I imagined myself at times trying to kiss and to caress her, my mouth walk on her body of goddess. I protested in vain, but all evidence, I looked like a guy who was bored royally. After the meal, I realize that I do not have my wallet. Discreetly, I retreated to call my mother. But she could not leave my father alone in the house and then she sent one of my cousins who took over an hour to find the place ... Meanwhile, we drank wine ... Anything to help me. Upon leaving the restaurant, I'm definitely drunk. She drove me to home with my car and went home by taxi. I've never seen again ... Moral of this story ... Although there are none! Unless a hard life experience. Sometimes it is better to cancel an important appointment rather than lose the chance to have the fuck of youre life! Shit! |
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