Majestyk
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I really had no P4P plans for my recent Tokyo trip, but on my last night I gave in and arranged a date. I’ve had my eye on this pretty young lady for some time. As soon as I met her at the lobby of my hotel, I knew I made the right decision.
Play was very good, but it was our conversation — the in-betweens — that made the evening a winner. We talked about music, fashion, art, health and fitness, hanami season, food, wine and the weather. Yes, the weather. She was knowledgeable, passionate, courteous ... I nearly felt like Dr. Hannibal Lecter when he first met FBI agent Clarice Starling.
Feeling like I had a high school crush, I requested for an extension. That done, I suggested room service. She smiled with delight.
So we continued talking and it felt like the kind of date I used to enjoy when I was younger. After I drank the last drop of wine in my glass, I sighed and said in a soft voice: “Your boyfriend is so lucky.”
There was an awkward silence. She looked away, and said she had no boyfriend, and that she had no desire to start a relationship. “He just used me,” she said of her last boyfriend.
I felt stupid and guilty. I had hit a nerve. Still, she smiled at me and faintly said it was no problem. I played some slow music and we held hands until it was time for her to go.
I accompanied her out of the hotel towards a footbridge. She thanked me, gave me a light kiss, waved goodbye and went on her way.
As I watched her walk, I wished her the best of what this world has to offer. I also wished to kick her no-good boyfriend’s ass — if not in this life then the next.
Play was very good, but it was our conversation — the in-betweens — that made the evening a winner. We talked about music, fashion, art, health and fitness, hanami season, food, wine and the weather. Yes, the weather. She was knowledgeable, passionate, courteous ... I nearly felt like Dr. Hannibal Lecter when he first met FBI agent Clarice Starling.
Feeling like I had a high school crush, I requested for an extension. That done, I suggested room service. She smiled with delight.
So we continued talking and it felt like the kind of date I used to enjoy when I was younger. After I drank the last drop of wine in my glass, I sighed and said in a soft voice: “Your boyfriend is so lucky.”
There was an awkward silence. She looked away, and said she had no boyfriend, and that she had no desire to start a relationship. “He just used me,” she said of her last boyfriend.
I felt stupid and guilty. I had hit a nerve. Still, she smiled at me and faintly said it was no problem. I played some slow music and we held hands until it was time for her to go.
I accompanied her out of the hotel towards a footbridge. She thanked me, gave me a light kiss, waved goodbye and went on her way.
As I watched her walk, I wished her the best of what this world has to offer. I also wished to kick her no-good boyfriend’s ass — if not in this life then the next.