Continuing yesterdays post...
As I was saying...there are certain things in life that we do that result in long sleepless nights rolling over and over questioning ourselves the reason for such foolish actions. "Why didnt I measure my words?", "Why did I make such a harsh decision?", "Why did I choose the wrong action even knowing that in the end I would blame myself for it?" ...
That night, after partying, Daniel and his friends dropped me off at my apartment since its near the hotel where they are staying. It was six thirty in the morning and you could see small groups of people catching buses to go to work. I ran up the stairs with enough energy to repeat last night's experience all over again.
Tuesday rolled around and there I was once again in front of his hotel room.
*Buzzzzzzzz*
-Hi teacher!
-Hi student!
-Come in. Wow! Where were you?
Daniel looked me up and down from head to toe and I made a face toward him. My apparel of bright red lipstick, stilettos, social grey shorts with black tights underneath brought quite a few looks wherever I'd go; though I hadn't worn them with the thought of giving Daniel class tonight in mind.
-Working... I was giving class at a company and came straight from there. I have to go dressed pretty formal though I'd rather wear jeans and a t-shirt anyday.
-I liked it! Shows another side of you.
-Another side of me? Hah, I only have one side and that is my crazy side - you know that well!
-I do? *Big typical grin* I love your honesty teacher! Ahhh teacher, I didn't do my homework....
-Ooo... I can't say I liked your honesty now!!! Student, shame on you! See that wall over there?
-Umm yes...what about it?
-I think its feeling kind of lonely...why don't you spend some time with it?
-Whatttt??? What do you mean with that?
-Didn't your mother ever put you on the wall when you misbehaved?
-NOOOO!!! Who does that to their kids? Give the wall company? That's absurd! I have never heard about that. Where did you get that from?
-OMG! You are such a brat! Every kid has gone to the wall at least once in his or her life. My parents would always send me to the wall when I wasnt obeying or if I was being too rowdy, or whatever... what would your parents do to punish you?
-You would go on the wall teacher??!!! Hahahha...that's hilarious. Something Americans do to punish their kids.
-No. I've seen plently of Brazilians do the same. Just that you were a brat and by the way it seems you were never even corrected in your childhood. No wonder you didn't do your homework, you thought I'd be just like you mother and not punish you...
-Teacher, sooo mean of you! I am such a great guy how can you say that about me?! I am your perfect student, you yourself said so.
-Amnesia must have hit me because I can't come even close to recalling saying such a thing!
-Teacher!!! *fake angry face*
-The truth is student that you think too highly of yourself...convencido!!!
-No I am not.
-Yes you are or else you wouldn't have grabbed me the other night when we were dancing.
-What are you talking about? I grabbed you because you were looking incredibly hot dancing and you made it impossible to resist. And admit it teacher, you loved it when I kissed you, you wanted it!
-Hahahaa...there you go...there is my proof of how convencido you are. You can't even hide it!!!
-Okay by me...if I can't hide it then I have to demonstrate it someway.
And with that he ran over to me, picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed all the while oblivious to my shreaks and squeals.
-Okayyyyyyyyyy enough Daniel!!! I managed to scream out while gulping for air.
-Teacher, remember that story you told me of when you were a missionary helping those druggies and when you arrived home they were all naked in the garden showering themselves with a hose.
-Yesss... how could I forget?!
-So, I noticed you had a funny look in your eyes when telling me that story and I wondered what would be the look on your face if you came in next class and found me jumping up and down the bed in only my underwears. I could even use the same ones that you chose for me to wear last class.
With this I started cracking up and had pretty much a "laugh attack" as I pictured him doing exactly what he described above.
-First of all student, you wouldn't even get the chance to see the look on my face because I'd close the door as soon as I'd open it and then run to call the hotel manager or something. No, I'm kidding, I think I would crack up like I just did right now.
-Aha! I see the look...I see the look...it's the same you look you had when you told me the "naked drug men" story.
-Oh please!
-Teacher, I almost forgot to tell you, but two of my friends that met you that night want to have class with you too.
-Really? That is great! Who?
-Julia and Dirceu.
-I love Julia. She is so amazing. We got real well along together. Dirceu is also cool - a total clown!
-Yes, a TOTAL clown! hehehe. Soo, don't tell me I am not helping you out - soon you will be richer than me!
-Yeah right! Well yeah, that actually is the goal...did I tell you? My goal in life is to become a millionare.
-No you didn't but I should have guessed - especially when I heard your ringtone. I mean, who puts "Billionare" by Travis Mccoy on their cellphone ringtone?
-I don't know...someone who wants to be a millionare maybe? better than corny country music or whatnot.
-So you want to be a billionare teacher, huh?
-Millionare is good enough. I mean, the truth is that everyone wants to be rich enough to not have to worry about money at all and still be able to enjoy life, travel and have anything you want without working a ton for it. The only difference from me and everyone is that I am honest enough to admit it and others aren't. I don't know, maybe they think that if they say it out loud it will make them into someone selfish or self-centered, but for me its quite the opposite - telling it to others makes me want to go even more after it.
-I like you teacher. You are cool. A bit too honest maybe.
-Hey, you push my honesty. It's all your fault!!! You are also super honest student - don't go pointing your finger at me, eh?!
-Can I be honest with you then teacher?
-Would it make a difference if I told you you can't?
-No.
-I knew so.
-You have a nice ass teacher! *big playful grin on his face*
-Is that what your honesty is all about? Look who is a bit too honest here. You win the prize anyday. What are you going to do now? Ask if you can touch it?
-Good idea teacher! I hadn't thought about that! Can I?
At that we both burst into laughter.
That whole class continued in like fashion. We both laid down in his bed, my head on his stomach and we talked and talked for the next two hours. Nothing else happened. Nothing else had to happen. For us (or at least for me) that was enough.
Hate to have to stop here without writing everything until the very end...but work once again calls me and so I have no option but to continue sometime latter. Won't promise, but tonight there might be a chance that I will be able to do so.
Disclaimer: ALL NAMES ARE FICTITIOUS - dates, places and events are FACTS!!!
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