Yesterday I went to Portland. Cecilia had told me that she was going to be late, very late, but I decided to come there earlier in order to see the football match between Bayern Munich and Real Madrid. It was an exciting match and also an exciting experience to be there without saying aything to anybody: we were just me and my pint of Golden Ale. Cecilia finally arrived at 23:30 and we were talking for a few minutes about Cecilia things. She's trying to make up her mind in a lot of things and she tried to do it in English, that is, kill two birds with one stone. When the chat got deeper (we were talking about subconscious and hidden loves that guide you toward places where you don't really want to go) she decided to change the language and speak in Spanish but, suddenly, something stopped her. Well, not something but somebody: an English guy from London (a kind of more handsome Ricky Gervais named Lee) who asked her if I was her boyfriend. In return, I asked him if he was interested in her and he was like "Sure, I am." With Lee was another man, a 60 year old Australian man (a kind of younger Leonard Cohen named Mark) who works with him as a commercial of some sort of electronic devices. We all four sat together in a table: Lee trying to flirt with Cecilia and me trying to know the details of Mark's life. He's a traveller, a vagabond, an erring man who lives his live all across the word: he has lived in Australia, England, the United States an Spain. He was divorced (just like Lee), with three kids (Lee has two), and love has constantly attracted him to adventure. It seems that he can't settle down anywhere, that his live is pure movement, and he told me that's one of the reasons why he can't speak in Spanish despite of all the years he has been here. We were having a really good time and when Portland closed we moved to a nearby pub. We drunk gin tonics (Cecilia just a beer) and we laugh with the strenuous efforts made by Lee in order to succeed with Cecilia. In the end, he got her telephone number and her best wishes to meet him again. Love, my friends, is still in the air.
I enjoyed this night! These guy was desperate for having sex,. I had recovered him that he will go to a brothel , that he pay to prostittute.
ReplyDeleteBecause when you stay in their country, if you feel or touch them , they think that you want any thing with them. Then they come here and thought that, they are the mambo kings.
Well, I think you're being tough with the poor guy who paid us a couple of drinks. Leaving sexual wishes appart, I think he was nice and Mark as well. It's good to have a sexy girl aside to attract foraigners :)
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