“I love Colombia; there is no such thing as boredom here; I don't know why people go elsewhere.”
“Ximena, I thought you were in this country to be with me.”“Liz, I also thought you left Europe for me.”“Ximena, that was the main reason; then I started to meet beautiful specimens that made me fall in love with the country; for example, look, pay attention, here comes our sociology professor; he is the only reason why I came to study here; unfortunately, I discovered that he is not my type; it hurts me to admit it; he is more your type; come, let's say hello.”“Hello, teacher D.”“What a surprise if it's Liz with her beautiful friend, who, as I remember, is called Ximena.”“The surprise is that you left without saying goodbye; you are a very rude teacher,” Liz complained, clenching her fist.“I had to leave; I had a family matter. How did it go? How did the dance go? The party was great.”“And how are you doing, Angelo?” Liz asked him.“I am very, very worried.”“What about that?” asked Ximena anxiously.“Well, all my friends claim to have been Liz's boyfriend, and in my social circle, I'm the only one missing.”“No, that's false; they slander me, or maybe they're right, although I must be the one worried since you didn't invite me to your boxing match,” Liz complained.“Besides being an eminence in psychology, does he also box?” asked Ximena in astonishment.“Yes, and he is one of the best, besides competing in archery tournaments and using those funny guns,” commented Liz.“Too bad you're not perfect,” said Ximena, pouting.“Why do you say that?; You don't even know me,” Angelo tried to defend himself.“It's that you dance horribly,” Ximena bluntly blurted out her dissatisfaction.“Yes, and they say that a man who dances badly is bad at it,” Liz interjected, laughing.“It's just that I was a little beat up from the training,” was a somewhat true apology.“You should invite her to dance at my place today, so you can take away that bad impression,” proposed Liz.“I would love for you to give me the opportunity to vindicate myself; what's more, let's get something to eat, and when we finish, we'll go to Liz's disco.”“I'm sorry, but I can't go to lunch with a professor; people might say that I'm a freeloader who wants to spend the semester horizontally,” Ximena said.“You're right, how about if I go home and change my professor's suit for the prince's and see you at night in that dive?”“Angelo, respect me; it's one thing for you to insult me and another thing to insult my bar; I spent fifty times what you earn as a teacher in a year when I created it,” Liz replied furiously.“It's a joke, Liz; don't fill yourself with hate. To apologize, I'll take you to meet a friend that you don't know,” Angelo suggested.“All right, and take another one for Ximena,” Liz replied, wrinkling her forehead and putting her hands on her hips.“Of course, I'll take her to a friend of mine, whom I know very well; his name begins with A and ends in Ngelo,” the professor proposed with a laugh.“Well, you must buy me a very expensive bottle for me to excuse you, and another one for going out with Ximena,” Liz recommended.“I'll buy the whole place for her if I have to,” Angelo replied.“Wait, I am not merchandise; you can't negotiate with me, much less for a few bottles of drinks,” Ximena interjected.“So, if there is a way to barter for your love, what would it be?” asked Professor D.“Of course there is; everything has a price, and my love is worth that: love, hugs, and affection,” smiled Ximena.“I have a lot of that; I will bring you a sack of love, a bundle of hugs, and lots of affection of different kinds,” she said, moving her hands as if she were dancing.“You're already warming up; I hope today you'll hit the rhythm; he seems to have more hearing in one eye than you do,” Ximena teased him.Angelo closed one eye and said, “Well, I'll see you tonight; you'll see how many pairs are in three flies.” …Angelo arrived late; he desperately entered Liz's store; the colored lights were mixed in that place; he ran anxiously in haste to avoid another bad impression; he bumped into the owner:“Why are you coming so late? Can't you do anything right?” Liz demanded. “She is over there.” She pointed to the side.When he saw her, he felt that the floor collapsed, and he floated out; he could see how everything around her was erased and rays of light came out; he felt as if he was being thrown down a slide; he felt the famous butterflies in his stomach, something he thought was a myth; he was unable to move; she was the one who approached him.“Hello, how nice of you to come.”“I'm late, but I'm here; I'm confused about direction and made a bad decision.” Angelo tried to fix things with a joke.“I hope you didn't leave the dancing software at home.”“I think I did bring it, although I don't know if it says I installed it, ran it, or played it.”“I guess all three; first you have to install it, then run it and at the end, press Play.”“Well, if you are a box of surprises, besides being a pretty psychology student, you are also a linguist, which leaves my tongue craving,” the Mr. professor began to insinuate.“Wait, I don't usually give them on the first date, and I don't give them on the second either.”“I don't give it on the first date either,” said Angelo, pausing and continuing, “Of course, the good thing about our story is that technically this would be our third date.”“I don't think so; what we talked about in college doesn't count; that was a meeting to make this invitation concrete, doctor D.”“I agree, that doesn't count; I'm referring to the first time we met. Is it impossible that you don't remember? You're being forgetful.”“Angelo, I don't understand you, and you're scaring me a little,” Ximena said, wrinkling her forehead, and he approached her ear and asked her:“Why have you been lying to me all this time?”“Stop, seriously, I don't know what you're talking about,” said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.“I don't know what you're talking about,” said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.“Do not play the absent-minded one when you saved me from the garbage cart that night.”“I didn't recognize you; you were so bloody. Besides, I only saw you that night, and with so much stress and running around, it was a traumatic experience, and my car was a total loss.”“It's very strange; it's the first time a woman doesn't remember my face and resists having an affair with me the first time they meet me; You intrigue me; you are a challenge for a psychologist.”“I have a problem with recognizing faces; I think it's called prosopagnosia, and I associate faces with people who act the same; besides, I erase the ones that make me have bad experiences.”“Ximena, I don't know why I think that's not true, I guess it's like they say that a thief is the one who steals, even if it's just a
When Angelo arrived home, he couldn't sleep. He was sorry for having despised Vivian's offer. His mind was in turmoil, not only because of his encounter with Max, whom he always considered a brother, but also because of everything that had happened with Ximena, to whom he felt very attracted. He got tired of tossing and turning in his bed and decided to get up to have a glass of milk. He had so many things going around in his head that his head was already round.“Max, how could he do that to me? He was always a brother to me, we grew up together.” He spoke to the mirror. “Maybe ambition and stupid resentments combined to create that explosion of betrayal and dishonor; on the other hand, there is the beautiful Ximena. It had been a long time since I liked a woman so much. Maybe it would be time to please my grandfather and get a wife, although it would be this one and not the one he forced me to marry.”Suddenly he froze; he did not remember that he was still married; he could not get
The next day he was not able to go to teach at the university; his students missed him, especially Liz and Ximena. Although Ximena had another matter that tormented her, she wanted to tell Liz about it to unload her concern.“My friend, I have a problem of the maximum.”“Ximena, let me guess: is she pregnant by the professor?”“No, not that; we didn't do anything at all yet, and who knows if this weekend, because he invited me to his farm in the city of Melgar?”“Lol, you're going on an all-inclusive plan.”“Ha-ha-ha-ha, but I'm afraid.”“You're not even a little girl.”“I haven't been with a man for a long time.”“Ximena, I don't know how you can live like this, and how long has it been?”“I've never been with a man; I'm so ashamed to tell you that.”“I can't believe it, my friend; you're giving me a hard time; you were or are married.”“That was a farce; we did not even kiss with that man, or, well, I guess we did, but we did not make love or anything; it was something that my parent
Angelo called her on the phone hundreds of times, going around the house from one side to the other, and she did not answer. Then he called the men he had arranged to protect her, and they told him, “Sir, she shot out of the house; she is now at the Queen Sofia clinic; she looked very worried.”“I'm on my way,” Angelo answered, running to the door.“Wait, you shouldn't go.” Vivian, his very personal secretary, interrupted his travel. “She might find out that you are following her; you better cancel the trip, or we can both go.”Ximena entered the clinic, imagining the worst when she saw her adoptive parents sitting in the waiting room, getting ready to leave.“Hello daughter, they were only scratches; thank God nothing happened to us, and in the truck you gave us, we were wearing seat belts, not like those unfortunate singers,” said the father. “The brakes did not respond; I had to crash into a bridge; that car was left to sell for kilos of scrap metal.”He hugged them tightly, thanki
That day was a dream day; we had a lot of fun. If it weren't for that unfortunate mishap, I almost wouldn't tell the story. My good friend Angelo took us fishing on his yacht. It was fun; I had never done it before. With what we caught, Angelo prepared us something called sashimi, according to him, a Japanese dish. I didn't want to contradict him because I didn't want to look ignorant because the only thing I knew about Chinese food was rice and sushi. It was very pleasant to be there tanning myself and watching him fight with the seafood; it made me want to clean it. I tried to look elsewhere; I tried to look at the sea, and without realizing it, I was again with my eyes fixed on his beautiful face. He reciprocated with smiles that just melted my heart.We ate that morsel of kings, accompanied by a wine with an oak smell, and we laughed listening to Liz's boyfriend's witticisms that helped us understand why she had chosen him. Since this gentleman was maybe around 60 years old, with h
I went to the bathroom to wash away the sweat of fear and try to wash away the bitter memories that had mixed with the sweet kisses that had heightened my desire. After being consoled by my friend Liz, who cleaned my wounds, I returned safely to the yacht with the memory of a bad adventure caused by the mysterious sea currents.Furthermore, I don't understand why humans have to complicate everything because we cannot succumb to our passions without being afraid of what people will say or leave a bad impression. This is even more complicated for women. If we take the initiative, we are in danger of passing as easy girls, and no guy will want to marry a tramp. Or there is the other extreme: if we do nothing, our man can go with another one that will secure it by giving him what he wants. An old woman said that men only want us for the bed. It may be somewhat true, but what happens is that if the loved one does not provoke desire or desire is not satiated, that would be like a brotherly r
We were on the floor, wanting him to fill me and not only with kisses, I was willing, I wanted to be his, I wanted him to enter my being, and he came in. But inopportunely, my friend Liz, who was trying not to interrupt, stood at the door thinking she was invisible, giving flight to her voyeuristic passions, and Angelo did not seem to care, but I did. Of course, I was not able to be with a man alone, even less now with a third one watching us. I pushed him aside; although he resisted, he looked like a baby desperate to have his breast taken away. I looked at my friend badly; she made the gesture of biting her tongue. She raised her shoulders, saying,“Please excuse me; I went upstairs to get them, as dinner is getting cold. What a pity; I didn't want to interrupt them.” I hated her at that moment. She felt bad and disappeared. I only heard her heels coming down the stairs. She was ready to continue until the last consequences, and I could see the fire in her eyes; Angelo was exploding.
We left the hospital, stayed a few more days in Hawaii, and I got bored. It was not the same without Angelo, besides being a violinist with Liz and the boyfriend, and although they said that nothing had happened, I felt that I was in their way. That it was uncomfortable when I interrupted their kisses or when Liz was not intimately with her prince for being with me. So we decided to leave for Colombia to organize some business. We then traveled to Italy, a country wonderful as always, with that mythological air, and Sicily, with that romance in the atmosphere, although it filled my mind with bad memories and a sense of failure. We arrived at the beautiful castle of Don Joseph, who came out in person to welcome us. No changes were noticeable, the Mediterranean breeze seemed to preserve it, I greeted her fraternally.“Ximena, my daughter, what a joy for your visit; at last the miracle happened to me; I thought I would die without seeing your beautiful face again.”I also greeted him with