Story, Part 6
We sat chatting, on a cement bench, under the siding of Casa Verde. To be honest, I don´t truly recall what we spoke of. I think it consisted about her ¨novios¨ jealousy. And also, about how I was ready to leave the place. At some point during the conversation, I got up and went back to the Reefer, to go to the bathroom. I wasn´t in the restroom more then 2 minutes, although, when I returned, the EX or the Current (I´m just really confused) was cuddling Barbara and attempting to kiss her. Barbara kept moving her head to avoid contact. And, when I entered the scene, the guy backed off a bit but still kept his arm over her´s (to be honest, at this point the whole thing was so ridiculous, I really didn´t care what happened to who, just as long as Clyde stayed away from me.) Mr. B (who I will now refer to the current, EX, on again off again, or whatever he was) stayed with us for about 5 minutes and then got up, shook my hand in a sportsman like shake, and with a minor spasm to his walk, headed back to the Reefer.
Barbara apologized about the situation and then again repeated he was jealous of us. ¨What us are you referring to. If you mean us in the literal, then I understand, if you mean us as in ¨Date¨ then you´re way off. I kind of shook my head and said ¨let´s go to some other bar.¨ She agreed and we were on our way.
Pleased we were making progress away from the Reefer, I some how missed the fact that someone else joined our walk. It was an Argentine lady, who knew Barbara. The lady was about 50 and was in a very intense discussion with her. After a period of chatting, Barbara turned to me and said the woman thought I was really good looking. The Argentinian, then looked over at me, and kept laying on how gorgeous I was and how she loved my height. At some point during the conversation, Barbara mentioned we were going to another bar and asked the lady if she´d like to join. The woman chimed up and said, ¨I have a better idea, let´s go back to my place.¨ Believing any place was better then the Reefer, I agreed and we started heading, to what I thought, was her place.
On the walk over, Argentina, asked that we make a quick stop at the Tienda. We did, and she went to the front and handed over a bottle. It was a bottle of some type of Alcohol, almost completely empty. She asked that they refill the jar, which they promptly did, gave her back the bottle, charged her a couple Q, and we were all back in the street in no time. Except, walking in the same direction of where we just left, the Reefer.
I´m not quite sure how it happened, but within minutes, we were re-entering the place that I thought I´d soon be able to wipe from my immediate memory.
Barbara apologized about the situation and then again repeated he was jealous of us. ¨What us are you referring to. If you mean us in the literal, then I understand, if you mean us as in ¨Date¨ then you´re way off. I kind of shook my head and said ¨let´s go to some other bar.¨ She agreed and we were on our way.
Pleased we were making progress away from the Reefer, I some how missed the fact that someone else joined our walk. It was an Argentine lady, who knew Barbara. The lady was about 50 and was in a very intense discussion with her. After a period of chatting, Barbara turned to me and said the woman thought I was really good looking. The Argentinian, then looked over at me, and kept laying on how gorgeous I was and how she loved my height. At some point during the conversation, Barbara mentioned we were going to another bar and asked the lady if she´d like to join. The woman chimed up and said, ¨I have a better idea, let´s go back to my place.¨ Believing any place was better then the Reefer, I agreed and we started heading, to what I thought, was her place.
On the walk over, Argentina, asked that we make a quick stop at the Tienda. We did, and she went to the front and handed over a bottle. It was a bottle of some type of Alcohol, almost completely empty. She asked that they refill the jar, which they promptly did, gave her back the bottle, charged her a couple Q, and we were all back in the street in no time. Except, walking in the same direction of where we just left, the Reefer.
I´m not quite sure how it happened, but within minutes, we were re-entering the place that I thought I´d soon be able to wipe from my immediate memory.
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