First steps towards my horns 13
The week started quietly, Tuesday Joao called me, wanted to invite me to lunch the next day, I told him it was complicated at the office, then we finally agreed on dinner. We went to one of those places he usually goes to, I looked at him, felt so much frankness in his gaze, automatically wanted to say sir, despite that heavy aura he seemed to have, thought he was a very considerate person for others, attentive to the needs of other people, but also clear, he was my wife's lover, besides thinking they were falling in love.
When we sat down to eat, he started talking,
-It seems to me that you two are a very interesting couple, I really feel a deep attraction towards your wife, I think I'm in love with her –he made a pause– but at the same time... I know I like traveling as I do, doing what I do, I know I'll be turning fifty soon and really can't offer your wife what I think she needs –
The waiter came, he ordered and we were silent for a while.
-I have much eye to observe people, you seem to me a very lucid person, surely you must be very capable in your work, I know you have a strong self-esteem problem, surely your father was a difficult person, almost a tyrant would say.
He made a pause, the waiter had brought the wine and he tasted it, saying it was excellent as always, calling him by name and thanking him. When he left, he continued,
-My father was also one of those very difficult people, defeated by the world that ends up taking it out on those they love most. But over time and getting to know many people, I realized that mothers make a difference...
I couldn't believe the turn this conversation was taking, felt like someone very close, almost a friend, but obviously not our connection. He went on,
-Your mother must have been a very submissive woman... dependent on your father's whims... trying to He won't get angry... subordinating his life to hers... -I felt like I was seeing my familiar life in that moment.- My mother was different... a woman who despite the time she lived through was unbreakable... a spirit of fire... that's why I think women make a difference... with all respect... I look at you and then at myself... and what do I see? Two very capable people... one younger and with much more talent than the older one, but at the same time... deeply broken...
I felt really touched and moved, it was an exact picture of what I usually felt, but in her mouth, it sounded even stronger still. We were silent until food came, my mood had turned dark, each of her words was a blow to my head, everything she said was true and it had taken me years to discover it, I had done many therapies, but this guy without knowing anything about my life, had given me an exact diagnosis.
He raised his glass and toasted to us and my woman...
-Coming back to the topic that binds us... I try to respect that you enjoy watching... I don't get excited about humiliating anyone... I love being with your woman... and I understand that the price I pay somehow is your presence and it doesn't bother me... but on the other hand, if she wants us to be alone sometime, I won't say no, obviously.–
My head was spinning at 15,000 km per second, everything seemed so clear...
-I would love for you to bring her to my office... how about Friday? Type around four... She told me she only works in the mornings on Fridays...
-I would love it... despite the jealousy I feel, sir... but my boss doesn't allow me to leave early... in general, he doesn't treat me well and especially when they pressure him...
-Like your father... -he said and made a long silence. – And where do you work?–
-I told him where I was and what I did...
-That's a very important company and from what I know, they care a lot because employees develop in all senses... Excuse me sir... I know you know much more about the world and life than I do... but sometimes companies declare something as their policy... and then reality is exactly the opposite of what they preach...
Now he stayed thoughtful for a long time, we talked a bit about everything, he told me entertaining anecdotes from his travels, took me home in his car, shook hands with me when I got out, really I felt almost grateful towards him, my head was a mess thinking who he really was, wasn't my friend.
When I got home Ceci told me that Joao had sent her a message asking for my last name, we looked at each other without understanding. She told me she had said to visit him in the office on Friday, but that they wouldn't give me permission.
The next day when I entered the office, the receptionist, an old woman who deeply hated me and I did the same towards her, told me that the boss wanted to see me in his office as soon as I arrived.
I was sweating right away, trying to think if I had made a mistake in these days, went to the bathroom, splashed my face, took a deep breath and headed towards his office. Knocked on the door...
Who is it? he said with his usual gruff tone, told him who I was.
But please come in... when I entered he asked me to sit down, looked at me, his face was different... Do you want something... a coffee... a tea? I told him I appreciated but no. He spoke calling me by my name...
Look... sometimes under the pressure of work we make mistakes, like not knowing how to handle the pressure and end up directing it towards others, I think I really snapped at you a bit and obviously I want to apologize, I know you need to take tomorrow off before... but don't worry about it... take the day... and please... when you feel that one of your superiors is not behaving as they should, let them know... so we can all make what we preach become reality...
I left his office smiling, obviously Joao had something to do with... This, when I found out more about the company was part of its group, my boss's treatment of me was totally different from that day on, but still, with my way of being, it seemed like a defeat to me, I saw the world as a place where justice only happened if one had proximity to someone in power. When I got home I told Ceci to confirm the meeting for the next day with Joao, she looked at me surprised, hugged and kissed me.
-And what did they talk about at dinner...?
-Men's things...
-Then you didn't speak, cucky... -she said, warming me up- he only spoke...
That night we made love very sensually, she was turned on, grateful, I felt sad, mixed up, defeated.
The week started quietly, Tuesday Joao called me, wanted to invite me to lunch the next day, I told him it was complicated at the office, then we finally agreed on dinner. We went to one of those places he usually goes to, I looked at him, felt so much frankness in his gaze, automatically wanted to say sir, despite that heavy aura he seemed to have, thought he was a very considerate person for others, attentive to the needs of other people, but also clear, he was my wife's lover, besides thinking they were falling in love.
When we sat down to eat, he started talking,
-It seems to me that you two are a very interesting couple, I really feel a deep attraction towards your wife, I think I'm in love with her –he made a pause– but at the same time... I know I like traveling as I do, doing what I do, I know I'll be turning fifty soon and really can't offer your wife what I think she needs –
The waiter came, he ordered and we were silent for a while.
-I have much eye to observe people, you seem to me a very lucid person, surely you must be very capable in your work, I know you have a strong self-esteem problem, surely your father was a difficult person, almost a tyrant would say.
He made a pause, the waiter had brought the wine and he tasted it, saying it was excellent as always, calling him by name and thanking him. When he left, he continued,
-My father was also one of those very difficult people, defeated by the world that ends up taking it out on those they love most. But over time and getting to know many people, I realized that mothers make a difference...
I couldn't believe the turn this conversation was taking, felt like someone very close, almost a friend, but obviously not our connection. He went on,
-Your mother must have been a very submissive woman... dependent on your father's whims... trying to He won't get angry... subordinating his life to hers... -I felt like I was seeing my familiar life in that moment.- My mother was different... a woman who despite the time she lived through was unbreakable... a spirit of fire... that's why I think women make a difference... with all respect... I look at you and then at myself... and what do I see? Two very capable people... one younger and with much more talent than the older one, but at the same time... deeply broken...
I felt really touched and moved, it was an exact picture of what I usually felt, but in her mouth, it sounded even stronger still. We were silent until food came, my mood had turned dark, each of her words was a blow to my head, everything she said was true and it had taken me years to discover it, I had done many therapies, but this guy without knowing anything about my life, had given me an exact diagnosis.
He raised his glass and toasted to us and my woman...
-Coming back to the topic that binds us... I try to respect that you enjoy watching... I don't get excited about humiliating anyone... I love being with your woman... and I understand that the price I pay somehow is your presence and it doesn't bother me... but on the other hand, if she wants us to be alone sometime, I won't say no, obviously.–
My head was spinning at 15,000 km per second, everything seemed so clear...
-I would love for you to bring her to my office... how about Friday? Type around four... She told me she only works in the mornings on Fridays...
-I would love it... despite the jealousy I feel, sir... but my boss doesn't allow me to leave early... in general, he doesn't treat me well and especially when they pressure him...
-Like your father... -he said and made a long silence. – And where do you work?–
-I told him where I was and what I did...
-That's a very important company and from what I know, they care a lot because employees develop in all senses... Excuse me sir... I know you know much more about the world and life than I do... but sometimes companies declare something as their policy... and then reality is exactly the opposite of what they preach...
Now he stayed thoughtful for a long time, we talked a bit about everything, he told me entertaining anecdotes from his travels, took me home in his car, shook hands with me when I got out, really I felt almost grateful towards him, my head was a mess thinking who he really was, wasn't my friend.
When I got home Ceci told me that Joao had sent her a message asking for my last name, we looked at each other without understanding. She told me she had said to visit him in the office on Friday, but that they wouldn't give me permission.
The next day when I entered the office, the receptionist, an old woman who deeply hated me and I did the same towards her, told me that the boss wanted to see me in his office as soon as I arrived.
I was sweating right away, trying to think if I had made a mistake in these days, went to the bathroom, splashed my face, took a deep breath and headed towards his office. Knocked on the door...
Who is it? he said with his usual gruff tone, told him who I was.
But please come in... when I entered he asked me to sit down, looked at me, his face was different... Do you want something... a coffee... a tea? I told him I appreciated but no. He spoke calling me by my name...
Look... sometimes under the pressure of work we make mistakes, like not knowing how to handle the pressure and end up directing it towards others, I think I really snapped at you a bit and obviously I want to apologize, I know you need to take tomorrow off before... but don't worry about it... take the day... and please... when you feel that one of your superiors is not behaving as they should, let them know... so we can all make what we preach become reality...
I left his office smiling, obviously Joao had something to do with... This, when I found out more about the company was part of its group, my boss's treatment of me was totally different from that day on, but still, with my way of being, it seemed like a defeat to me, I saw the world as a place where justice only happened if one had proximity to someone in power. When I got home I told Ceci to confirm the meeting for the next day with Joao, she looked at me surprised, hugged and kissed me.
-And what did they talk about at dinner...?
-Men's things...
-Then you didn't speak, cucky... -she said, warming me up- he only spoke...
That night we made love very sensually, she was turned on, grateful, I felt sad, mixed up, defeated.
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