It did not take a hundred cups of coffee to cause the insomnia that his memories were causing me. My mind was in that girl whose name I never knew and now I wonder where I had my head that day while I was by her side. I smiled knowing the answer immediately because at the time very little I did not care about details like that.
I smoked the cigarette in my hand and settled into the armchair. For the past hour I tried to concentrate on some documents of the work which minutes before I resigned. She was present. I loosened my tie and unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt to find comfort.
That night it was inevitable that she did not capture my full attention. Absent from my lascivious gaze the pretentious brunette walked to the bar of that bar with a genuine smile and ordered two beers for what I could see. It took me by surprise when his course changed and instead of heading to his table he came walking towards mine.
How attractive do you see him coming to a bar alone? Do you accept one? - He said wagging the beers in my face. His voice was warm and with a mocking tone.
Apparently they left me planted. - I admitted with some sorrow. I took the beer from her hands and made a gesture inviting her to sit next to me. Bless my luck today.
After these two beers it was impossible not to invite others. I had been trapped since I saw her and now between drinks I felt that I was in love. His conversation topics were enveloping, his personality a little crazy and his loud laugh echoed in my brain.
He invited me to dance with enthusiasm and although I am two left feet I accepted without paying any attention to any doubt.
Just let yourself go. He whispered in my ear to feel the tension in my body and as mandated by gods my body relaxed and danced with her to the rhythm of the song. The glasses began to affect us, as alcohol made its imminent presence in our brains and the laughter came out alone, for no reason.
I think I want to leave ... Are we going? - He asked indirectly to see my face of intrigue. I thought the charm was gone but that last question had left me with a glimmer of hope. I was surprised by how wonderful my night had been, I took her hand as we headed towards the exit, still not knowing exactly what she wanted with me. I felt slow but I did not want to go from being an abuser with her. Not with her.
When we were already outside, she approached my smiling woman, some curls fell on her face and her gaze, slanted by her drunken state, gave me a beautiful image of that girl. I could not help it and I got closer until with the nervous talk of her our lips brushed, screaming for interlace. Until I did it. I kissed her and I swear I felt like a kid giving her first kiss. This girl had ruffled all my hormones and was dying to tear her clothes off right there.
We stopped and headed towards my house. The tension in the car could be touched with the fingers, when I got home I could not stand up to the room and was there in the armchair where he began what would be my way back to the Eden of his body.
She let out a laugh as if she had been waiting for that question for a while now. - Does that matter? - And I just needed that answer to enjoy it. It was a real pleasure to lose my sense of this world being with that woman. After finishing what would be an arduous day of sex, he asked me for a cigarette and smoked it while he dressed, called a taxi and in 20 minutes the girl who until today would be stealing my dream would be leaving.
In that chair remained the leftovers of innocence of my nameless girl and while I curse not having her with me tonight, I inhale what is left of my cigar.
