I had a girlfriend back then, a beautiful, lovely Slovenian. I met her at this wedding which I didn’t want to attend, it was our neighbor’s middle daughter getting jailed, I tried with all means to avoid the thing, but mother was persuasive enough, as only mothers can.
One of the reasons I wanted to avoid it was because our neighbor’s youngest daughter, my age she was, had said that a friend of hers would be there, one that had seen me a couple of times and wanted to meet me. I hate those setting-people-up-with-dates things. I can find one myself, thank you. It makes me feel like an Albanian when people do that. I had an Albanian bloke in class back when, and he had his bride decided by his parents before he finished ninth grade, as soon as he had finished ninth, they married.
The other reason was that I wanted to head downtown and pull this girl I had my aim on.
Once at the wedding, I was placed at a table with my sister and some people I’d never seen before. Right next to me was a girl my age, quite attractive. The evening passed by, we chatted, laughed, had great fun, and once all the obligatory ceremonial stuff like speech, the wedded dancing, cake brought out, when it was over, when people got a bit drunk and didn’t notice much beyond where their own drink be stood, I sneaked out with her. There was this room down the basement, I took her there where we….
When heading back up to the other guest, she said that she wanted to meet me again, and wondered if I’d call her. I replied that I had intended to ask for her number, upon which I brought out… Well, they had placement cards on the wedding, and smooth as I was, I’d taken hers and pocketed it. That’s what I had her write her number down on. Bit impressed, she was.
That turned out to be the friend of my neighbor’s they wanted to hook me up with, that became my girlfriend.
Thing was, she had this 5 years older sister. Horny as a recently saved Crusoe chewing Viagra like candy, she was. I was dead sure she was a nymphomaniac. As good looking and fit as her sister. Flirting every time we met, she would. I could tell this wasn’t going down to well with my girlfriend. But I paid little attention to her sister, both because I didn’t really wanted to, because I thought the my girlfriend was an angel as far as beauty compared went, but also out of respect for my gorgeous honey, which probably made the sister even more turned on. I could tell on her increasing efforts
Anyway, my girlfriend, no matter how many times I reassured her that I’d remain faithful, and no matter how evident it was that I wasn’t going to do anything with her sister, she would take up crying every so often, telling me that her sister always got hold of her boyfriends. After a while I got fed up.
I’d take her out, my girlfriend, do nothing but focus on her, and the discussion would become about her sister. I’d urge her, pledge, beg, that we do not talk about her sister, again assure that I had no interest in her sister, but still, sooner or later the discussion would be about that sister.
And so on the days passed.
The relationship ended, because of that, because she thought that her older sister would get me in bed. In the end I couldn't take it anymore, became tired of the whole charade. I gave up.
Her sister was sexy as few (my then girlfriend was sexier).
I might as well have shagged her the way things turned out. I should have waited a couple of months until things settled after the break-up, then called her sister and….
That, and I was 19, the time I was invited home to my mates mom. He was away on a trip, she was a single mom, and had been flirting quite a lot.
Years later, he turned out to be a shite friend. I should have banged his mom.
Fu**ing hindsight, ey!
I’m too nice of a chap, me
