Here's what happened. It was my final year of university and I was between crushes. The cute guy I liked was too young for me, and the older guy that liked me was too... old. Valentine's day had just gone past and I was probably feeling a little neglected, but I don't remember.
I was making my leisurely way to the hostels after class one afternoon when this babe stopped me and was all, hi, do you know a guy called SexyVoiceGuy? I didn't. I mean, I thought I did, but you never know; that's how she would have heard I did something I didn't do. Or something. Anyway.
She gave me something closely resembling the stink-eye, and proceeded to say, "Well, he said I should give you his number." Was this a trap?
I took it. I guess because she seemed so irritated to have been sent by a potentially attractive potential, to, essentially, toast another babe on his behalf. To make matters worse, I was probably returning the stink-eye in intensified measure - if only to prove I really wasn't interested.
But I took the number, anyway. And she walked off in a huff.
I sent him a text; something like, "You sent your number, so, hi," and he called. And that was when he was christened, Sexy Voice Guy.
Sexy Voice Guy and I talked for hours. I was giddy when my phone rang, and giddy when it didn't, because I knew it was going to. He was cool, suave, a working man. Older - but not as much older as the other older guy. He reminded me that we had indeed met, but he'd just not taken my number. He'd also deliberately waited until after valentine's day to contact me, but I could live with that. I didn't need string-attached chocolates in my life, anyway.
When he finally asked me on a proper date, (lunch and a movie and a surprise) I counted the very breaths until it came. I wish I remembered what I wore; I feel certain that whatever it was would have been casual-yet-sexy, because I would have tried very hard (with the help of my many room mates) to not look like I'd tried very hard. I want to believe I did not show boob, but I might have; more than that I hope I didn't both show boob and wear heels.
He came to get me in this car that didn't have air conditioning, but I didn't mind. It was before the era of compulsory air conditioning, and it was enough that he had access to a car. He drove me to the cinema and we walked into Barcelos to have lunch. Most uni going lads would have had to have saved up a bit to be able to order something other than water, but my date splurged. Also, his voice was just as sexy in person.
Okay, so he was also attractive. I mean, my ex boyfriend had been much hotter, and the too-young cutie was actually delectable but this guy, he was alright, too.
Funny thing happened as we had lunch. Right in the middle of giving each other coy-but-longing faces, some guy he knew popped out of nowhere, said, "Hi! Are you on a date!" and proceeded to sit with us. And then, after the movie, he found us, latched on for a ride and - wait for it - sat in the front seat. In my front seat. That was it. Date over. I was all sorts of pissed.
Then he said, over his friend's nosey head, "Remember when I told you I had a surprise?"
"Yes?"
"Do you still want to do it?"
Did I. I was trying to front, but his friend was flirt-blocking, so my fronting would have been pointless and I said yes.
Days before our date he'd called me, all sexy. (If you think I'm using that word excessively, I'm not. Just... take my word for it.)
Before our date he'd said, "There's something really special I do on Tuesdays. Do you wanna know what it is?"
Hei.
There's nothing hotter - to a twenty year-old hot-cake of a babe - than an older hot-cake of a guy teasing her with something she has to say she doesn't want even though she does. My mind went everywhere my mom would be disappointed to know her daughter's mind could go and back again. But why only on Tuesdays? didn't bother me too much. Maybe he likes to switch things up on the other days of the week. (Remember, I'm twenty.)
He said, "Better yet, would you like to do it with me?"
Sweet Lord in heaven. But I couldn't say yes - in case I really, really did not want to partake of this crazy man's fetish ritual killing of stray animals due to extensive drug abuse.
I dodged with something like, "Well I guess we'll have to see, won't we," and that was that, but now it was Tuesday and this random other guy had popped up out of nowehere. (As far as I know, right?) Our date was ruined and this his surprise of a thing was just looking long. I was frustrated, irritable, the party crasher was singing along to the radio and listening in on this would-have-been sexy moment and I just said, "Fine."
A few minutes later, Sexy Voice Guy pulled into a church compound. His friend jumped out of the car right quick, so I thought, Great! Finally he's gone, and we can resume our date. Then Sexy Voice Guy got down, too.
"Remember that special thing I told you about?"
"Yes?"
"This is it."
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