–HAHAHAHAHAHA, oh Andrés, that stuff only happens to you, what a p vietnam email address ain. – I told him when he told me-.
–Idiot, that’s why I told you she wasn’t going to copy me, but I let myself be convinced by you. There’s nothing there. I’m going to get my revenge anyway, you bastards.
–Hahahaha, the romantic date turned into a family plan. And then where did they go? Did they have some snacks with grandma? HAHAHAHAHA.
Andrés disappeared for several weeks. I guess he didn't want to talk to me because he hated me at the time, or because he knew I would make fun of him. Anyway, he called me later and said, "You're not going to believe this!! I talked to her again, and... you fucking fool, you're not going to believe this!"
“That old lady drives me crazy. I was just looking at her photo on Twitter, it's spectacular! She's a lawyer, an entrepreneur, she smells delicious, funny... I mean. Well, look, I got home early on Friday, I didn't have my patch on, and it was raining... when I saw a tweet from Angélica saying something like 'how nice it is to cuddle up at home on a rainy day, after a hard day at work', and I wrote to her.
I told him that you should be able to cuddle with someone without any commitment, like playing tennis : you play for a while, the match is over and that's it, you never hear from the other person again. -“Well, faggot, that's from that Mila Kunis movie.” –“That's the same one! That's what I told her, and you know what's the worst part? She also saw that movie and understood me right away.”
–Yessss, and I feel like cuddling, Andresito. With this night being so cold…
–Well… if you want I’ll go to your apartment, we’ll cuddle for a while and I’ll leave. Zero commitment, zero complications. Andrés told him “just to rehearse”.
–That’s a great plan, Andresito, but I’m in my pajamas.
–GODDAMNITTY WHY DIDN’T I DIE LITTLE… Okay, Angie… no problem. I wouldn’t stay long anyway. Like I told you, it’s like playing tennis. I go, I visit you for a while, and I leave, no commitments. Come on, besides we don’t live far away. I’ll be there in zero point two.
–Hahahaha, okay Andresito. Come on, I’ll wait for you here.
Will they play tennis? Will Andrés have to take his racket and white Lacoste shorts? How many sets will they go to? Will he arrive and introduce him to the rest of the family? Will Leopoldo be released in Venezuela or will Maduro continue to get away with it? Will it not rain tomorrow? Will he buy an umbrella?
The answer to some of these questions is in the next chapter of… “It Happened to a Friend.” [Credits roll]
Continue here!
Yessss, I know: scoldings for the author. You hate it when I leave you on the “to be continued” tab. But what’s my fault that the story is long? What’s my fault that the story is good? Don’t hate the messenger. Besides, I also have to work and finish setting up my store, which has given me gray hair, and I’m just posting it on Facebook; I can’t write all day.
Anyway, if you liked the story, share it, comment, tell your aunt Maruja that instead of watching so much “SUSO” she should come and read for a while. And if you didn’t like it, don’t tell me anything because I’m feeling a bit sensitive today.
I also want to thank all of you, the readers, very much. I was just remembering that because of you, and the number of visits, El Tiempo once made a video of me on its YouTube channel, when we were the most read blog in the country, the continent… THE UNIVERSE! Damn, so many of you are so nice.