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The more she manages to match your unspoken fantasy, the better she is. Good sex is the illusion that the other finds your lovemaking good. You hope the other sees herself reflected in you, while you project your own longings onto the emptiness of her astonished eyes. I mean: everyone finds true love sooner or later. But there are at least six billion people on earth. How probable is it, statistically speaking, that the collection of limbs lying next to you in bed happens to be the one unique person who makes your existence complete?
Bernardo is his name, Bernardo Massi. ” She leaves a meaningful silence. “Very rich. Although they say his wife left him. ” I nodded to show I’d understood how significant that was. I tried to get a better look at him but some tourists had sat down at the table between him and me. The waitress came and they ordered a beer and an iced tea. The waitress asked whether they wanted anything to eat. They have the charming habit here of serving a range of snacks with the aperitif, with the compliments of the establishment.
The city lay like a woman with a bad cold who’d decided to spend the day in bed. The pillows were damp, the bottom sheet damp, the duvet twisted in 58 Ilja Leonard Pf eijf f e r its cover, but she didn’t have the strength to change the sheets or make the bed. Bright sun shone through the window onto her snotty face. Yesterday’s dirty dishes were still piled up on the counter. Her risky evening dress lay in a corner of the room. She wouldn’t be swishing and swirling before the hungry eyes of the night this evening.