Dating : The Cocaine Line And The Never Closed Robe

When I was about twenty, I started dating with a girl who was an golddigger. I did not know it. She was very beautiful and loved to go to expensive places, I didn’t have the money to pay for it. One night, we went to a bar, where she met another girl — this one, the protagonist of this story. My friend introduced us and went to order a drink, disappearing at the bar. Me and the other girl talked for a few minutes, she told me that she was twenty-nine years old (soooooooooo old, I thought), that she had been engaged to a famous soccer player from São Paulo Team, but now she was single. He asked what I was doing with the girl I took there, since she was an golddigger (I think she had already noticed that I was a broken guy). I, in my innocence, said that I did not find her an golddigger… And the girl finally told me that, just when the two met — I was still distant — she had confided that I did not pay for all her extravagances.

I felt bad… I wasn’t in love or anything with the girl, but I felt used. The other girl, then, stood beside me, comforting me, saying that I seemed to be a very nice guy, that I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about that girl who, after all, sucked. Anyway…

We talked, we talked, we talked. The new girl was cool, despite being “old” (when I remember I thought 29 years girls old…). The golddigger disappeared in the club. Finally, I ended up kissing the new girl. We made out in a sofa of the bar and she excused me to go to the bathroom. “I’m just going to smell a line, I’ll be right back!”

Did you read the last sentence?

Yeah!

She “went to smell a line”… As if it were the most normal thing in the world!

Perhaps it is for a lot of people, but not for me, that the closest I’ve ever come to ingesting coca was along with cola, in the form of a bubbling black liquid.

The girl came back from the bathroom crazy. I remember until today that her kiss was salty after she “smelled the line”. I don’t know if by coincidence. Anyway… She wanted to have sex. So far, so do I… But I REALLY was broken back then. I used to take my girlfriends to my house, where I lived with my mother. I thought it was possible to go there, do what we wanted to do and then I would leave her at her home.

We went, we did what we wanted — louder than I expected — and I said I would take her home.

No… That was not her plan.

She simply informed me that she would sleep in my bed and blacked out. OK…

The next day, I woke up before her and went to talk to my mother. I explained the situation, she understood — my mother is very nice — and I went back to the room. The girl had already woken up, wanted to “play more”. We “played” — again, more loudly than I expected. Finally, I asked her to have breakfast in the living room. She got up, naked, and left the room. I said “Hey, how about you use this?” and I threw her my robe. She put it on, BUT DON’T CLOSED IT, and left the room.

Result: she went to the bathroom, then to the living room, sat next to my mother at the table and introduced herself, with her entire body exposed. My mother laughed (did I say she is really nice?) and continued to eat, as if nothing had happened.

After I left her at home, I never saw her again… Too bad. She was a little crazy but a good person. But using drugs around me is too much… Our relationship would never work.

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