I went out with a Playboy

My first weekend with the playboy

(Part I)

* The following content must have been altered for amusement purposes, and it's almost entirely the result of the imagination of the writer based on her own experiences.

* The author does not hold herself responsible for any mixed feelings or disagreements this text could bring to the readers.

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I met him at a wedding cause of my bold sense of humor and because my sister introduced us.

After dancing until tired and a lot of drinks later, we went after partying with a couple of guests, to one of them's place. Of course it had a pool, which I didn’t try… Thank God for the period.

El hecho de no haber compartido en la piscina con el resto del grupo no redujo nuestra diversión, en lo contrario, la hizo mas privada por tener el resto de la casa para nosotros. Así en el gazebo de la piscina se probó un poco de mi resistencia y la frescura de ambos en pro de nuestros no muy diferentes objetivos… in short… we were pretty wasted.

Claro que intercambiamos números, y claro que fuimos lo suficientemente arrogantes como para no prometernos tontamente el comunicarnos. Así fue que no supe de el sino hasta 2 semanas después cuando, de nuevo a través de mi hermana, i ended up making him a tiny work favor. The next weekend we talked and went out that same night.

It ended up beeing a pretty amazing weekend. On Friday we went for a drink and dance a little, and after that to his place so we could be alone and comfortable. Nothing really happened that night, I made clear nothing will (I still have a conscience, my new word for morale, somewhere!!), and he is, of course, a gentlemen... One thing I must give him: he's sensual as hell and we had a blast together, in fact, we still have. Whether alone or out with a party, he actually brings out my playful fun side to the best.

Saturday was very well planned: we would talk during the day to coordinate the getting together for the rave that night. We left at 6 pm more or less, picked up a couple of friends of him, and we were on our way.

This is how I truly knew that He is a playboy. Of course there was no need to pay for entrance, though we were on the VIP area, and of course he knew everyone there, including the huge breasted girl that asked him for his actual girlfriend. And the girlfriends he has had!... the guy’s he’s friend’s with… They all looked like out of a Jet Set magazine, like the pictures of the “latest party of the month”. And it was, at least I thought, a very good party, but all they comment about was the fiasco that this rave was being.

Again, I had a lot of fun, a LOT of fun I mean. A pesar de escucharlo comentar sobre los defectos de cada una de las modelos de los Colombian Bathing Suits on the runway, when, for the first time in ages, I started to feel insecure about my own flatness, cellulites, rolls, and stretch marks, the ones that I’m so proud of after I lost those 85 pounds that ain’t coming back no more. A pesar de ver aquellas rubias voluptuosas y aquellos mujerones con tremendos cuerpazos y poca ropa all over him saying just "hi” and asking about when its going to be their next private encounter; claro que ninguna le paro al hecho de yo estuviera a su lado with him holding my hand (I was invisible for them), even then I had fun. But that’s when it hitted me the though of being another “one night stand”, the entertainment for the weekend (one of my greatest fears of all times), despite that I actually had a Great time, and he made very clear to everyone there that he was with me… that we were together.

No soy una mujer insegura, ni mucho menos de las que se impresionan o se intimidan fácilmente, de hecho I’m a handfull for must guys… not for him, cause he got he’s ways, but for common and regular guys I surely am. Es por eso que esa noche tampoco fue a big of a deal for me, and I found refreshing that he has normal friends too, friends with girlfriends that I connected very well with, and made him realize (Como me entere un poco mas tarde) that they though I was “a good and cool girl that he should keep around”.

This will continue...

Medicina para el alma

- Calor Urbano -