Some guy is going to the side of Maia's house, do we need to send her some packages?, my boss asked. Thanks to God I never had problems with alcohol, but I felt like those who after a long and painful treatment would face a glass of wine for the first time.
Maia and I had worked together in that office corresponding to a Ministry of Buenos Aires Province (I don't want to give more data), for 4 years, where I loved her day by day, report by report, photocopy by photocopy until my bones hurt. I dreamed about her, asleep and awake, it even made me lose sleep and appetite. Falling in love and not being reciprocated hurts, but it passes, but when one is forced to see that person every day, smell their perfume, hear their sorrows and triumphs, that passion feeds every day.
We started working the same day, not by chance, because our entry was after a Ministry call-up where many interns were, some of whom are still my colleagues today, but I never felt like telling them about that burning ember in my stomach. At that time we both had 23 years old and had finished our studies, wanting to start leaving our old ways behind. I didn't have any plans for falling in love, things were going great. I was entering a cool job, going to earn my first bucks, an ace group of friends and some modest conquests almost guaranteed by the weekend.
She didn't have it in her plans either, rather she was already in love, having been in a relationship with a guy for about two years, who was a bit older, named Gastón, an attorney starting to save up big. But my plans for living life wild disappeared as soon as I saw her for the first time. Not very tall, medium height they'd say on TV if they were looking for her, dark and curly hair, intense blue eyes. The part that most interests male readers has only one way to describe myself: big breasts and big booty, but in just proportions, nothing more, nothing less, and quite gym to reinforce. I'm a normal guy.
In the years we worked together our relationship got stronger and she ended up being my best friend inside the office. The quote indicates that I don't believe in MH friendship and much less with a woman of such stature. We became partners and even confidants in difficult moments and also players of that dangerous game of double meanings and not so casual frictions. If it had been a girl who only liked me I would have gone to my house every day with pain, but with her it was different, the frictions didn't even wake up erections, more like bellyache. love they say.
During these years of relationship I maintained my weekly gym routine to hook up some little thing and even established some more or less serious relationships, that today, seen through the crystal of things that happened, I think I did it more to have something to tell her and see, inevitably, if she provoked some kind of jealousy in her.
I noticed that over time her relationship with her boyfriend was wearing out, at the same time as our jokes and loads were taking shape. Every day I felt a little closer to her and went home with a little less pain and a little more hope.
Five months ago I realized that her relationship with Gastón was stagnant, they had started very young and I noticed she wanted to have fun and at times it seemed like she wanted me. One day between days the conversation became more intense and she ended up crying. The working hour was coming to an end and for the first time after three years and a half of living together I dared to take a step further.
-I wouldn't want you to go home all tearful like that. Let's go to some bar and have a few beers until you feel better.
-Okay, I don't think I'd like it either if I had to arrive and be told My mom knows I was crying, I'd rather she thinks I was drinking, she said almost with a giggle.
We went to a nearby bar, where luckily there was nobody from the office, and we kept having fun. It was so obvious that we felt good together that my kiss didn't surprise her. It lasted just long enough not to be just an impulse.
-I love you, Maia, I said trembling. I knew I was winning a long battle.
-Do you know it seems like I feel the same way?, she replied crying and laughing at the same time.
The dialogue that followed is cheap trash, so I won't reproduce it, but we were both happy. I took her to her house, we kissed barely in my 147, so nobody from her neighborhood would see us, and I gave her some time, say a week, to clear things up with her boyfriend and tie up loose ends. I was so happy that the idea of sleeping with her didn't even cross my mind. She got out of the car almost happily. As far as I was concerned, she was legally my girlfriend, the woman I loved, and with whom I was going to live my life.
The week went by between anxiety and joy, complicit glances at the office and some less casual touch each time. Near the date we had set as a limit her mood started to get darker until she started avoiding me on the day she had to give me an answer. The office hour ended and I had to grab her arm so she wouldn't run downstairs.
-Maia, you're not going to say anything, I said and stopped. In her deep blue eyes tears burst out like a storm.
-I'm pregnant, I'll get married in a month, so it's better if you don't come near me, she managed to say before letting go of my arm and this time running downstairs. That was the last time I saw her until the day of her wedding, exactly a month later. Her renouncement arrived the next day through a family member, who also distributed the invitations among our colleagues.
It's obvious that I shouldn't have I went, but I was. She was beautiful in the church and I felt like a fool. She had seen me, so if I didn't go to the party, I would also end up looking like a coward. I managed not to bring anyone from the church to the hall, crying like a baby during the trip. At the party, I tried to console myself quickly so that the night could pass as soon as possible. By the time of the waltz, I had such a hangover that even I dared to dance it, squeezing her more than usual and ended up taking some dance steps with Gastón himself. Time was passing and the fact that I didn't have to see her every day made my wound heal moderately quickly. She would already be pregnant, thinking about her baby and her husband, ultrasounds, cradle, things that weren't at all stimulating for me. With a bit of luck, life wouldn't put her in my way again. So, when the boss said: Someone is going to Maia's house, we have to send some packages? even I was surprised to hear my own voice say yes, me. Here is the link with the complete texthttp://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2198744/Historia-de-amor-y-morbo---Completa.html
Maia and I had worked together in that office corresponding to a Ministry of Buenos Aires Province (I don't want to give more data), for 4 years, where I loved her day by day, report by report, photocopy by photocopy until my bones hurt. I dreamed about her, asleep and awake, it even made me lose sleep and appetite. Falling in love and not being reciprocated hurts, but it passes, but when one is forced to see that person every day, smell their perfume, hear their sorrows and triumphs, that passion feeds every day.
We started working the same day, not by chance, because our entry was after a Ministry call-up where many interns were, some of whom are still my colleagues today, but I never felt like telling them about that burning ember in my stomach. At that time we both had 23 years old and had finished our studies, wanting to start leaving our old ways behind. I didn't have any plans for falling in love, things were going great. I was entering a cool job, going to earn my first bucks, an ace group of friends and some modest conquests almost guaranteed by the weekend.
She didn't have it in her plans either, rather she was already in love, having been in a relationship with a guy for about two years, who was a bit older, named Gastón, an attorney starting to save up big. But my plans for living life wild disappeared as soon as I saw her for the first time. Not very tall, medium height they'd say on TV if they were looking for her, dark and curly hair, intense blue eyes. The part that most interests male readers has only one way to describe myself: big breasts and big booty, but in just proportions, nothing more, nothing less, and quite gym to reinforce. I'm a normal guy.
In the years we worked together our relationship got stronger and she ended up being my best friend inside the office. The quote indicates that I don't believe in MH friendship and much less with a woman of such stature. We became partners and even confidants in difficult moments and also players of that dangerous game of double meanings and not so casual frictions. If it had been a girl who only liked me I would have gone to my house every day with pain, but with her it was different, the frictions didn't even wake up erections, more like bellyache. love they say.
During these years of relationship I maintained my weekly gym routine to hook up some little thing and even established some more or less serious relationships, that today, seen through the crystal of things that happened, I think I did it more to have something to tell her and see, inevitably, if she provoked some kind of jealousy in her.
I noticed that over time her relationship with her boyfriend was wearing out, at the same time as our jokes and loads were taking shape. Every day I felt a little closer to her and went home with a little less pain and a little more hope.
Five months ago I realized that her relationship with Gastón was stagnant, they had started very young and I noticed she wanted to have fun and at times it seemed like she wanted me. One day between days the conversation became more intense and she ended up crying. The working hour was coming to an end and for the first time after three years and a half of living together I dared to take a step further.
-I wouldn't want you to go home all tearful like that. Let's go to some bar and have a few beers until you feel better.
-Okay, I don't think I'd like it either if I had to arrive and be told My mom knows I was crying, I'd rather she thinks I was drinking, she said almost with a giggle.
We went to a nearby bar, where luckily there was nobody from the office, and we kept having fun. It was so obvious that we felt good together that my kiss didn't surprise her. It lasted just long enough not to be just an impulse.
-I love you, Maia, I said trembling. I knew I was winning a long battle.
-Do you know it seems like I feel the same way?, she replied crying and laughing at the same time.
The dialogue that followed is cheap trash, so I won't reproduce it, but we were both happy. I took her to her house, we kissed barely in my 147, so nobody from her neighborhood would see us, and I gave her some time, say a week, to clear things up with her boyfriend and tie up loose ends. I was so happy that the idea of sleeping with her didn't even cross my mind. She got out of the car almost happily. As far as I was concerned, she was legally my girlfriend, the woman I loved, and with whom I was going to live my life.
The week went by between anxiety and joy, complicit glances at the office and some less casual touch each time. Near the date we had set as a limit her mood started to get darker until she started avoiding me on the day she had to give me an answer. The office hour ended and I had to grab her arm so she wouldn't run downstairs.
-Maia, you're not going to say anything, I said and stopped. In her deep blue eyes tears burst out like a storm.
-I'm pregnant, I'll get married in a month, so it's better if you don't come near me, she managed to say before letting go of my arm and this time running downstairs. That was the last time I saw her until the day of her wedding, exactly a month later. Her renouncement arrived the next day through a family member, who also distributed the invitations among our colleagues.
It's obvious that I shouldn't have I went, but I was. She was beautiful in the church and I felt like a fool. She had seen me, so if I didn't go to the party, I would also end up looking like a coward. I managed not to bring anyone from the church to the hall, crying like a baby during the trip. At the party, I tried to console myself quickly so that the night could pass as soon as possible. By the time of the waltz, I had such a hangover that even I dared to dance it, squeezing her more than usual and ended up taking some dance steps with Gastón himself. Time was passing and the fact that I didn't have to see her every day made my wound heal moderately quickly. She would already be pregnant, thinking about her baby and her husband, ultrasounds, cradle, things that weren't at all stimulating for me. With a bit of luck, life wouldn't put her in my way again. So, when the boss said: Someone is going to Maia's house, we have to send some packages? even I was surprised to hear my own voice say yes, me. Here is the link with the complete texthttp://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2198744/Historia-de-amor-y-morbo---Completa.html
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