Crossed Desires

Brat

Miguel, I don't know... honestly, being at a country estate bores me. What could I possibly do at a place like that? You know that's not my thing, and bringing someone along, even less. You know very well I don't go out with anyone, because taking someone would mean giving them hopes of a commitment, and you know perfectly well that commitment isn't for me. That's just not who I am. I only like to have a good time, and that's it... you know me.

No, Miguel, that's not my thing. I don't know what he's trying to do with this, but he knows I don't like that. I'm not into country estates - what would I even do there? The perfect plan for me is locking myself in a hotel room with a girl, or even several, and spending the day f***ing without commitments, that's it.

I stay quiet for a while, thinking, but no - that's definitely not for me. I'm different, and no matter how much I think about it, that's just not who I am, and so I answer:

-No, no way, that's not my thing, you know me... I tell him.

And he keeps giving me arguments, trying to make me change my mind, but that doesn't work with me.

-And what's the fear of her thinking something? If it happens, fine, and if it doesn't, then it doesn't. Besides, it's about time you settled down. You can't just keep living that way forever... he tells me.

No, never. That's not going to happen. I'm not the type for commitments. My friend is very wrong about me, because that will never happen - not in this life, nor in the next. And I tell him so.



-Ohhh my friend, that's not going to happen. You know how I am - I'm not interested in anything other than f***ing and moving on... I tell him.

And honestly, I don't know what he's trying to do, because I'm never going to change.

-Well, think about it. Maybe later you'll feel like it, and you'll bring someone along... or just go by yourself, he says.

Pfff, yeah right. Maybe in a hundred or two hundred years, or when it starts raining upwards, like his mother says. Hahaha! Sometimes it feels like he doesn't even know me.

-No, better yet, why don't you postpone your trip and we go party in Vegas with a couple of girls I know - they're really hot... I tell him.

Because what he really needs is a couple of gorgeous women to take him, please him, and make him forget about those absurd ideas of marriage.

-Hahaha, Brat, you'll never change, will you... he says.

Why should I change? This is the life I love. Who in their right mind would get bored of having fun with whoever they want, whenever they want? Anyone who does must be insane. The one who needs to change his way of thinking is him, not me. He's the one in a relationship, not me. -Nooo, you know I won't. And it pisses me off that you try to change me... you know I like my life the way it is, doing whatever I feel like with whoever I want. I don't see the problem. You used to be just like me, so why now are you filling my head with cheap words? ... I tell him, irritated.

Because now he thinks he's perfect, just because he's in love. But before, we lived a life without limits.

-Yes, my friend, I used to. But not anymore. I've changed. I'm sorry to say this, but I'm deeply, truly in love, and I believe this is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. These aren't cheap words - it's reality. We're no longer kids. It's time to grow up and settle down... he says.

Settle down? What's that supposed to mean? My friend says things I don't understand. Of course, his mother is Latina, so she has a bunch of sayings I don't get. And about us "not being kids anymore," I don't know what he's talking about. It's not like we're seventy. Besides, I'll never get married. So I answer him:

-What the hell are you talking about? I'm only twenty-eight years old. I'm not old for you to talk that way. I'm in the prime of my life - and so are you... I reply, using one of his mother's sayings.

He laughs. I don't. I don't find it funny. In fact, it disgusts me. I'm not old. He's crazy if he thinks I'm going to listen to that nonsense.

-My friend, but you've been living that same life for so long, don't you get bored? ... he asks.

Bored? I laugh. He's insane. Why would I get bored? Who gets tired of having fun with whoever they want? I ask him.

-No. And don't you get bored of always sleeping with the same woman? ... I ask.

Because honestly, I couldn't imagine myself always with the same one. What a drag.

-No. When you're in love like I am, that doesn't happen. And someday the right woman will come along and change your mind. Don't you think it's time to settle down? ... he says.

I don't really know what that word means, but I guess he's talking about changing. Even so, that's not going to happen. I'm not going to fall in love. Ha! I laugh. Never. I'm not the marrying type. Same old story, like my father used to say. Boring. Can't they talk about something else? So I answer, fed up with the subject:

-Never. I'm not crazy like you... I tell him.

And he laughs at what I say, but I don't find it funny at all.

-Yes, I'm crazy, I won't deny it. But crazy about her. And I want you to meet her. I've been with her for three years now, and you still refuse to meet her... he says.

Again with the same thing. What a drag. Why should I? I'm not interested. In fact, it makes me angry that he lets himself get distracted by that nonsense.

That woman has put ideas in his head, when we should be out enjoying ourselves with fun, uncomplicated girls. What a drag. Why did she have to show up with her absurd ideas of love and all that nonsense? I frown in annoyance.

-My friend, why would I want to meet her? You're the one who should care, not me. I'll meet her in due time - like on the day you get married, for example... if you ever do... I tell him.

Though to be honest, I hope he never gets married. Why bother? If it's about sex, they already do it. Why complicate life with such nonsense? To me, it makes no sense.

-I will. That I can assure you. Well, then I won't insist anymore... for now, he says.

Ohhh, good. I laugh to myself. Finally.

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