The Story of a Love

This is the story of a real romance, between a man and a woman, seen solely from the perspective of the man. The story is reported live, as it happens. The outcome is not clear - could go either way. If you are here the first time, the blog should be read from the end, to get the "whole story" in the right timeline sequence.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Travel adventures

On my travel, from which I just came back yesterday, Saturday night, I had some interesting experiences. In the meeting which I attended, there were two beautiful young women. And there were a few guys, middle-aged over 50 years old, who just kept hitting on them, in the most inappropriate way. They constantly made sexual remarks, talked in the meeting breaks about relationships, and in the evening during our joint dinner, they wanted to get them to join them into the casinos and the nightlife of the town. If it would have been in the US, they would have been sued for harrassment. But the meeting took place in Europe...

This spectacle was truly amazing - and embarrasing. I felt sorry for these two girls. One of the guys talked about marriage in his country - how you lock up your wife and then go out to the others' wifes. Another guy mentioned that the marriage ring on his finger is only valid in his home country. Now that he is abroad, this ring has no validity. What a bunch of jerks! And I was worried about my own "inappropriate" behavior...

These two girls are actually very nice. I too am attracted to them. But I would not know what would be an appropriate way to "approach" them. I never had any "one-night-stands" in my life, only "serious" long-term relationships. Maybe I should start now? The stress of my ongoing relationship struggle is quite annoying - it would be so good to have a simple sexual relationship, nothing serious, but just enjoying each other for a few hours.

In the evening, I have the honor to escort them both to the restaurant, where a table has been reserved for all of us; since nobody else is ready yet, I accompany these two girls, so that we can claim the table. Theb both seem to like me, are friendly and nice. I seem to be the most trustworthy in the group. :) If they only knew...

After midnight, as we all separate, the group of chauvinist men still try their attempts to drag the girls along, but they had made up their mind - one quickly dissappears with her colleague who gives her a lift home, the other one stays in the hotel. I could make a move, to go together to the bar with her, chat a little, then simply propose to spend a night together. Is that how this is done? Isn't that too emarrassing, too direct? Maybe it should be tried a 100 times, and if it works only one time, it may be worth it.

But of course I do not do it. I would have liked to... but then my unfullfilled pathetic love story is looming in the background, and I just cannot go through with this. If I could rewind time two months back, then I would have tried it. Who never tries, never wins. But so, everybody just goes up to their own rooms in the hotel.

The chauvinist guys stand there, left alone for the night, as the girls dissappear.

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