2. The guy would be perfect, if ...

2. The guy would be perfect, if ...

I have a serious problem! I only attract problem men to my side. I know you may be thinking that maybe the problem could be me. Could be, but not now.

I've had some relationships that the fault was obviously mine, after all it's not always that we right, much less we have maturity to understand some things.

Well, what happened was:

I'm 28 years old and I've just had a two-for-nothing wedding and that's it. We’re friends and for some reason, nothing special, we got married. For me, I think it was just to leave my parent’s house without give anyone any reason to be judged for it.

I live in a small seaside town, so anything is moot for gossip. He also lived here and always had a crush on me. His flirtatious manner conquered me and we got married for stupidity.

But that is not what I'm going to talk for you.

It's been 3 years since we broke up and it was the best thing for both of us! Once I've dated a guy who treated me super bad, but in front of the others looked like a prince charming. Asshole number 1.

Another one, who tried to prune me, literally an ogre! It was an abusive relationship, where he wanted to have control even the color of my nail polish. No way, baby!

Once he tried to raise his hand for me (not in a good way, if you know what I mean). The one who helped me, it was his brother, because I was unresponsive with his shouting and oppressive wiles.

There were also milder cases, of those who cried for watching the news on TV. It's each one I think I can write a book with each in a 50 pages chapter.

Well, this time it was even funny!

It was Carnaval, and the city was crowded. I knew it wasn’t the perfect time to meet anyone, but what the Hell, right ... I was in that mood, of finding my soul mate at any cost!

**

- Julia, we go where tonight?

I looked at my co-worker, then at the clock. It was still 4 p.m, and the accounting office we're working on will close at 5:00 p.m., like every Friday. It would be a long weekend without money and aimless.

- Damn Pat. I have no idea. We only get the paycheck next week...

- Let's just go for a walk in the city, it's full of cute guys! I'll drive you!

-By motorcycle? You won’t be able to drink!

- Ahhh.

- I won’t drink too, to keep you company, is that right?"

***

And so, it was decided.

I put on a jeans short, jump and tight black top, since it was very hot and we walked along the sidewalks with a glass of soda, laughing at the others playing and dancing the Carnaval. We passed the square where there’s a craft fair and we met some other old friends.

We’re laughing a lot, even without drinking, which wasn’t normal for us, until a hand leans against my shoulder gently, drawing me the look for his sweeping smile with perfect teeth and green eyes.

-Hi what's your name?

-Hi you, what's yours?

Patricia scowled at me for give some attention to the stranger very quickly, but I didn’t even care.

-Doug and I think I know you!

-I think don’t!

I took one more look at him, lifting his face and descending again over his main big city surfer's body, if you know what I mean, wearing a white T-shirt, red beach shorts and flip-flops.

-Yes, I do know! Aren’t you Rafael's sister? Rafael Borges?

- Yes, I am. And who are you?

- I studied with him in high school. You must be Julia then.

- Hello! And you came here just to be sure?

- Can you know those guys over there? - He said to a group of three other guys – So, I bet with them that I would get your phone, a kiss and a hug.

- It’s a very pretentious of yours, don’t?

- Not even a handshake?

And he looked at me, smiling beautifully handsome again. Of course, I didn’t deny a naive handshake, the hug, and one little kiss on my cheek. We talked for a while and he joined his group of friends again.

Too bad, it was just an innocent bet. After a few hours, already about to leave, he comes running towards me and asks:

-Are you going to be here tomorrow?

-Who knows? I live here, then maybe.

-It’s still early! Stay more.

-I'm with her.

-I'll take you home!

- How do I know if you're not some kind of hijacker for defenseless women?

-Because I am not!

-What else?

-My parents are Luiz and Andrea Rodrigues, they work a lifetime in the city and your brother knows me! You can call him!

-I know your parents! How do I not know you?

-After college, I went to live abroad, today I live in São Paulo but grew up in “Praia do Sonho”. Want to know a secret? My first job was at the club.

-Not big deal, everyone already worked there!

-Did you see! I'm trustworthy!

I laughed and something made me believe him. We kept talking until the sun came up. In the end, he got my number and some innocent kisses. Left me at home and left like a real gentleman. Without trying anything else.

We spent the next four days of Carnaval together and I knew he would leave the town at the next day. Making that Carnaval holiday the best I've had in my life!

Less for one detail: I was thirsty for something more.

I wanted him to forget that part of be a gentleman for a while and hold me in his strong arms.

Women also have needs!

I live alone so it would be okay to take him home for an amazing farewell!

-Julia, you’re very special!

-I see ...

I pulled him inside and then closed the door, doing everything to seduce him. Finally, he began to reciprocate my caresses, and our kisses getting warmer.

Out of the blue, he stops at everything and looks at me deeply, making an electric wave run down my spine, holds my hands and sits me on the couch saying:

-I need to tell you something.

Oh shit. What's the problem with this guy? Have family? Is married? Has any illness .... He was in silence for far too long, making my fear and regret grow every second.

-Speaks! You can talk to me! Are you married?

-No! - And laughed

-Any serious illness?

-No, Gosh, no! -  And he was a bit more serious. Making me very confused. But I tried to relax and came closer to him, stroking his arm, and raising my fingers to his shoulder.

-Then it’s fine. If it's protection, I have it.

- Julia ... the problem is.

He got up fast, giving me his back and with hands on the head. He began to speak, still without looking at me:

-I had an accident when I was younger, and I had to have a groin surgery.

I stood up to face him, then looking into his eyes, he finished the sentence:

-I - do - not - work. - He said stammering fearfully.

- What?

- There ... it does not work.

He was desolate, looking down for his own body, poor guy! And I didn’t know what to do. If I laughed, if I cried, if I hugged him in compassion.

- Please, I know we can do something.

-Oh yes, we can! There are many things right! - I tried to say excitedly

- Are you in?

-Let me see…

And then he showed me.

Poor baby!

It was strange and with a giant scar on the side.

***

I couldn’t I panicked! I looked like a dumb cockroach inside my own house, not knowing where to go or what to do. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long period of time until I heard him knock on the door:

- I'm leaving, be cool babe. It isn’t the first time.

- No, calm down. Wait…

-It was very pleasant these last days!

And not being able to get out of the bathroom or to say goodbye, as soon as I heard the door closing and his car moving away I started to laugh.

I laughed a lot. I cried and almost peed by laughing.

I never saw him again and I still can’t explain what happened to me. I know things could even work out with us!

There’s so many auxiliary devices (dildos) for that kind of situation, but I paralyzed. Perhaps the inexperience of the age, perhaps by the horniness that I was feeling and it was abruptly torn out the possibility of sex ...

Yep...

This is past today.

Sometimes I remember him and I wonder if his life is okay and if he met a right girl who accepted him, once after all he’s a nice guy!

He just doesn’t have a…

Lol

He doesn’t ...

Lmfao.

He just does not have a dick!

Hahahahahahhhahahahaahhahah

My bad! Sorry! I stopped!