TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES

The call

I call, but they are just 9 PM, and she returns later today. The best hope, call it morning and insurance serves me, I know that at 8 AM, in the morning she is awake and serves mobile, so we speak. Better not, better wait and call her at 10 PM, she does not sleep so early and at that time already finished dinner, I must tell you that we meet and pass the time and ready.

We did not speak for months, the last time I found her on the street, she was rushed, but we talked to the pass, where I said I was working, I present my colleague was sweet goodbye with a see you. I deluded that phrase, not slept for weeks waiting for the call, I spend remembering he was still with long hair like when I first saw them, and those sleepless nights I realized I was in love for the first time in my after two marriages and 5 couples. Not only was the passion that disturbed me to decisions, but it also was not my body wanting her all day; it was a deep pain in my heart every time the phone rang, and it was not her.

The first time I saw her was about three years ago. It was at a meeting, arrived late, opened the door apologized, everyone greeted with a smile, and I was looking at her as if she were a Greek goddess who came down from the Parthenon, just kept listening to her friend who tells me that she is the I was expecting, I think the poor did not understand my answer, and disappointment was seen on his face when he realized he was no longer the center of my attention. But her friend, sitting there talking as if the world belonged to him because he took some time between his hands and obey, I almost do not look and is as well not exist. I swear that freaked day, could not ignore, no woman ignored me, looking me all, but she barely greeted me when he left. Saw her again two weeks later, It was worse because when I approached conversation, he asked me we talked later because it was closing a deal at the time, but the worst thing that then not speak I did not even answer my eyes, and I know that he realized he looked at her. It was not the best days where when we again had to talk, there I deployed my resources to see it as my first love, someone who after twenty years was in my heart, I asked if they were not relatives, was friendly, smiled refused and change of subject, but if you looked into his eyes, I saw absolute conviction that this type of approach seemed corny. Decided to counterattack with the dislocation of my arm that did not allow me to put the jacket on, she didn't flinch at my illness, so I decided to give the history of the accident a touch of heroism and explain that I had been struggling in an assault, it was worse, she said verbatim ¨The pseudo heroes end badly¨. I wanted to tell her that it was to avoid hurting the people who were with me, I am trained in self-defense and handling weapons, but she was not interested. I did not give up that day because it was now or never and I gave my card to arrange a business that could be done together, you leave it in the middle of the table to be stretched and to see a little more in her neckline realized that I look into his eyes defiantly and took no heed to the movement, but to give me yours sat reclined and shot like a poker card, I felt humiliated. That same night the call with the excuse agrees to a meeting to see the contract, agree with a coldness own which is not even interested in the business and who says yes courtesy. We found it a few days later. It's seventy hours since I saw her; I didn't can sleep, and my body only asked for her body; my occasional partner no reaches me, much less my own hand.

When I get frustrated became moody and criticize her haircut, she laughed in my face,

I see, she was more interested in fashion than what I caused me a fantasy of her hair to beyond shoulders, he had dreamed that hair on my body, with its scent Kenzo Flowers impregnated my senses every time I came close, did not understand what that hair cuts caused me, my fantasy was shattered, and she only cared that her stylist had made a cut that looked great. And yes, he is beautiful, but it all looks good, even the simplest makes it magical and shocking. When I see it from afar can not help but observe how men and women look, nobody ignores it, seems to be high, but it is not, however so is seen by his walk. Despite my anger that only her laughter caused, continue with these negotiations, and started trying to sort his life to seduce her by little, either it turned out, were weeks more than once ended up on a "not your business" on their part. Feasted my jokes, we proceeded with the business but nothing else. Finally, one evening I told her, I told her I wanted more and I proposed a weekend go to the Caribbean to take you passages, she told me he was not interested, she had more important things to do with her partner. I got tired and asked that that person had I not had it, I was willing to lower the moon, and laughed again. Not only hurt their refusal but did not appreciate you hear her music to know that he liked it, I read his books to see that motivated, I did part of my story and asked for advice but to stay for something to happen, but no. I went straight and proposed a quickie, said "No"; I put a deadline, she said she did not care. One day was angry because I told him I do not remember something I was doing and asked me to leave her alone, continue to meet, and get some pressure, but nothing I know. Stop watching it for several months but will send generic emails answered as always, gentle and cold. It's already 10 calls, no answer, and the call is cut. I insist and mobile off. Sure tomorrow I answered, I will get up very early to be awake and not miss anything of what I say.

It's noon, I would not call. You are open tired of me ?.