After Eunice and Irene, I stayed put for a while, trying to focus on what was really important. Maintaining my shape, looking after my health and trying to heal my heart. So for a while there my life was gym-work-home-sleep-repeat. But all that changed one night where my friend Elaine asked me if I wanted to go have a drink with her and a few of her friends, and after all, why not? It would do me a world of good to be out with someone I was friends with, and get some drinks in, and go and dance my feet off for a while. So I went down to meet Elaine, and I expected nothing from that night but to get somewhat drunk and have a fun night out. And when I met up with Elaine at some bar, she introduced me to the girls she was with. They were two, maybe three, and I can only remember the name of one of them by now. Filipa, her name is. And the very first thing I was told about Filipa after I'd met her was that she was about to get married in a month or so. Huh... not after that night, she wasn't.
So what happened? Well, first let me say that Filipa was - and probably still is, I haven't seen her in a long while now - a very striking woman. Long black hair, green eyes, and... uhhh... ample bosoms. She naturally had the sort of physique that many toil very hard for on a daily basis at the gym, but not only did she not do any exercise whatsoever, she also drunk and ate whatever she wanted. But be that as it may... though I did find myself attracted to her, the last thing in my mind that night was that I was going to get involved with someone who was about to get married. We were at a club where we drank some more, danced our asses off, and every now and again we'd find ourselves staring straight at each other. There was something going on... sometime during that night, I'd went to the loo to have a wee, and as I was coming out, she was coming in and we sort of bumped into each other. That led us to have our first real talk - and as alcohol can make heroes out of cowards, I asked her why she was going to get married. I asked if she was happy. And she said she wasn't. She'd been in a long term relationship with this this guy, and their getting married was like a last gasp attempt at salvaging their relationship. I told her - drunkenly - that I thought she was making a mistake. That whatever their troubles were, they would not be really going away, and that if they stayed together, they'd end up hating each other. And I think she knew that deep down. Soon after we went to a different club, and that's where things started to get dicey. Me and Filipa were getting close to something, so I did the right thing : I made a strategic retreat and went home.
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