Every city has a Colonial Hotel and this was no exception. And so, after completing some pies in the only tavern we found open at that hour of the night, we walked along the bottom of the center to see the pink neon sign. I knew and two colonial hotels: one had gone with my father for almost twenty years. We had to catch a plane the next day, and he decided that we stay at the airport overnight. The other had gone with an old boyfriend, for three nights. We were so bad that it did not do anything together. The left, dinner or visiting friends, and I stayed almost all day in the rented room, reading magazines or watching television. We did not have sex. We parted ways after returning from the trip.
This Hotel Colonial, however, had nothing to do with any of the foregoing. The neon sign was grotesque and unpromising. It was a three-story building, no elevator, no balconies and exterior paint peeling everywhere. We came to the door and walking without any sign indicating that we were a couple. We held hands and hugged us, and our shoulders were not even playing, as if barbed wire between the two bodies. In this state of affairs we stopped at the hall, dead of cold and urgency, without having agreed at any time that we would enter there. A glass with two holes separated the receptionist guests arrived. It was a pretty cute fifties and overweight, with the permanent one for a long time and his face covered with makeup purchased by catalog. The space was minimal and appeared to be reduced to every moment. The crimson walls and posters (one of them showed the Coca Sarli, the other a matador and his victim) was a bit disturbing, but did agree to any Almodovar film, which was comforting somehow. In any case, this Colonial Hotel was far from pretending to be a family lodge or one of those places for travelers, clean and personality. On another occasion, we would discuss long hours, chat, whether or not a telo. I said yes. He did not.
_Serían thirty-five. _Dijo Women with disdain, as if he sold one hundred grams of assorted cold cuts.
He opened his wallet and pulled out a twenty, a ten and a two pesos.
_ Do you have three dollars? _ I asked a lot of shame, and to my expression was quick to clarify. _It I have no change.
_Yes, yeah, right. _Me Had to take wool gloves to search my pockets. _Tomá, Here I have five.
_Gracias. _Recibió Paid the bill and thirty-five dollars with all the love in the world with the same attitude that a wealthy young New York buys a diamond ring for his girlfriend. I, knowing this, should have changed his mind and come running, but I did not. One key was given and we went into the hallway and then to the ladder, climbed once again, silently and without any physical contact. We entered the room. The walls were magenta and gray carpet was very worn. Moreover, a special bed with nothing and two tables light not quite equal. I stood at the door, as he pulled the shoes and the clock.
_ All right?
_Yes. "You?
_Bien, a little tired. Do you mind if I take a shower?
_Claro not.
went into the bathroom was tiny and I, bored and anxious at the same time, I began to check his backpack, perhaps in search of cigarettes. Inside the book, a photo of your dog and two of his girlfriend, a simple and gentle girl who loved him peacefully. Not a single cigarette.
I took off my coat and boots I sat on the bed and covered myself with a little blanket. How difficult will this be after all this time, I thought as I expected. I hated the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to wait to sleep with him. I should have gone into the bathroom first, what boluda.
When he left was wearing a gray boxer and a black shirt and knew him. I remembered his body and realized I was not going to be difficult after all. And that I never gave much importance to the good backs. _No
underestimate anywhere. You do not know what good water pressure.
was nervous and I relaxed. Someone had to handle the situation, and finally we both knew it would be me, at least the first few minutes.
_Vení.
His ears had an aftertaste of soap and I liked it. A neat and well mannered boy. Sex was not a matter of practice among us, had always been especially good. I think it was the lack of intellectual squeamishness which helped. No need to mask or leave something for later. It was simple, hearty and delicious as a kilo of ice cream or a bowl of noodles with sauce slump to six in the morning. There was no possible fatigue. Before going to sleep for a while, I remember talking about the columns and beams, and how it was mathematically possible that the building was standing. I had fun.
I opened my eyes just in time for complications. _In
three hours will you have to go. _Me Said with a hint of melancholy and added: _Y Heaven knows if we'll see us.
How I hated him then. What need had to go out with that.
_make few years said the same thing. And here we are.
_ What does that mean? _It Sat on the bed and touched my hair. His torso is worth mentioning, including repeated.
_Que here we are.
_Ah. _It Was a comforting silence during which I almost fall asleep again. _ Where you is that it works? _In
office. "You?
_También. We can chat if you want.
_Bueno.
_Anotame your address later, do not forget. _Me Said, and spent the next few minutes to give me kisses. _Te I love. _Añadió, And I did not mind answering.
_Yo too. _Never
whom you respect you leave. I would give anything to be with you.
I laughed. Of nerves, of course.
I wanted to say something appropriate, but luckily he fell asleep before.
I tried to do the same, but could not. I woke up at quarter to nine, to say goodbye properly. After we got dressed and locked the room. He insisted on accompanying me to breakfast, but I was late and decided to take a taxi in front of the Hotel Colonial. It was a beautiful day. I hugged and kissed him without scruples, just narcissism. Traveling in the car the streets of the city known he was leaving, I realized that while it exists, someone will always be for the girl to be, love means impossible that we all have.
