Even the man-eater, real or fake, has a past, we thought me and my friend Angelique for lunch the other day. Sometimes, it is also fun to remember when you have enough detachment to abandon irony and nostalgia.
Several years ago, I and my friends, the three sisters who have made a deal, we were on vacation in a popular tourist resort on the Costa del Sol English One evening, in an American bar after changing location three times, a strategy widely used in those years to avoid the eyes of boys too insistent unpopular or disclose, as a declaration of intent to those who will take their clothes off with your eyes looking forward to an adventure that was not their history, we were close to 'crowded the bar trying to attract the attention dell'indaffarato bar man to have three long island when my friend Estelle has felt ask, "What would you drink?". A tall, blonde and stunning body (Russian rich have we learned later) was proposing to offer her a drink .
Ten seconds of hesitation in the balance between the anger (of practice) and the coquetry later, he was willing to accept ... and it was not the first ... drink. Spend some time talking, during which the background which decorated the couple's impromptu encounter had become the club that brought the most exciting evening in the area, was spending time pleasantly enough. First things first, hall with drink (never used) paid more muscle from the Russian bear, two other Long Island offered, some in track and unleashed dance very blah blah blah. Undecided about what to do and taken by something that is in the midst of fear and intrigue, just enough, he continued to listen to a man who, in turn, the move also was waiting for him. Estelle could not believe that all those niceties could be disinterested, or that he was gay, definitely was not, or that he was shy, at first glance it seemed. It was, perhaps came upon the rare species that are usual to call gentlemen? A little 'clouded by cocktails and music, this hypothesis has not been taken into account that, late at night, she returned alone and a bit' drunk. It makes one wonder: but then the courtship is just a game of strength? A hunt seductive, a balance between offense and defense, balance of power, the desire for supremacy or simply a race to win?
If it is true that everything teaches something in the evening after returning to the hotel Estelle has met another guy, lazily sitting on one of the comfortable sofas in the lobby while trying to kill time while waiting for his best friend with whom he shared the room and his new conquest leave the room. At the behest of the case, this time it was dark, nice, Milan and more athletic. If every game has its own tactics, Estelle felt that night is not always necessary go on the attack but ... never give up to get involved.
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