Which club we were at, I'll never know. What I do know was that everyone was well and truly drunk by the time we'd got there. So drunk, in fact, that I really didn't mind that the music being played there just wasn't my style. I didn't give a shit, I was making the eyes at Olga and she was making the eyes at me. What got things going was when a song I usually would detest started playing. I moved closer to Olga and asked her to dance with me. As the song grew into the crescendo of its famous chorus - 'I've got the moooooves like Jagger' - we got closer and closer and... nothing happened. Well, not yet... but it would a bit later. Olga had to leave, and as she was making her way out I asked if I could talk to her for a bit. She said yes, and we stood on the stairway that led to the upper level of the club where we'd danced. About what we talked, I can no longer remember, but I do recall a very brief kiss we shared. She gave me her phone number, and though I was due to leave the following day, I was still able to spend a few hours with her.
That day - it was a sunday - I had lunch with Hugo and his girlfriend, then went back to my five star hotel suite that I could never afford, and which was in fact Hugo's, who was staying with his girl, and gave me the keys to his room while I was in Warsaw. I packed up my stuff, which wasn't much to be honest, because I'd only be there like for three days, but all the while me and Olga had been in touch. We'd agreed that I'd go to meet her at her place - and how I, not speaking a word of polish, managed to get there is something I cannot now fathom - but get to her I did. And yeah, things got going. No sex, no, but just a few hours spent together, making out, talking and getting to know each other. Her english was quite broken, but still, we managed to understand each other. It's very important that I mention that I found Olga to ve very similar to Silvia. Whereas anyone I'd ever been with after Silvia resembled her not one bit, Olga had a lot in common with her. They were both tall, lanky girls, very similar in nature and character, and they even had the same hairstyle. Did I see her as a replacement - and a worthwhile one at that - for Silvia, or did those similarities help foster my interest for her? Eh, either/ or, or even maybe none of them. But I did feel like Olga... Olga I could really like. Maybe even love, who knows?
As I said goodbye to her, I did something that was unexpected even for me - I left my celtic ring with her, the twin of which I'd once given to Silvia. This was a sure sign that, indeed, I was moving on.
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