Janio’s Blog

It was one of those night of insomnia. I was alone, and for some unknown reason I couldn’t just sleep, as I really wanted. Then I went to the Internet, and found a chat room named “home alone”.

There were a few people around, and one name caught my attention instantly: “Consuelo”. It is not a typical brazilian name, and if it was not a spamming bot, certainly it should be a — at least — very different girl.

We started to type, and she told me her husband, a sales man on the natural gas niche, was on a work trip, and she got the blues. Some minutes later we were on the phone, and I heard her entire story, gave her some advice, and after a couple hours she asked something about me.

— I was just looking for some easy sex, baby, and you got my interest because of your name, and after hearing you, because of your accent.

— Why didn’t you tell me this earlier? — she asked. — I’m really horny here.

I think I should have told the girl that I was, in the past, looking for sex, but after two hours playing the psychotherapist role, I just wanted a shower and go back to the bed. Alone. But, no, I was not able to be honest at that very moment, I had to prove I don’t know who, I don’t know what, and started to have a “neat” conversation with Consuelo.

In short, I must say that I scanned my imagination and found some — I think — exciting expressions, and telling her what to do with her hand, like it was a voice commanded computer mouse, I made her scream out loud at the other side of the phone line, in Spanish:

— Ay… ay… me voy a morir… me voy a morir…

“Oh, my, I hope she’s just using some metaphor, or I am going to be in big troubles!”

Luckily she didn’t ask me if I had an experience seemingly to hers. I wouldn’t be able to pretend something like that.

I thought I would never hear about Consuelo again, but at that same day, later, I got a call from an unidentified number on my cell phone. It was her. She was begging me to “talk” to her again. “It was my best experience, I need you again.”

What the heck was that woman saying? I just told her some nasty words, she did all the job, what kind of joke was that?

Now, that’s what’s happening. She calls me every single day, twice a day at least. Yesterday she called me at 4am, Jesus Christ! I invited her for a real date, and she hang up on my face. But a few minutes ago she called, apologizing.

I think I am going to shift my phone number…

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