Previously on “It happened to a friend”.
Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2024 5:25 am
Previously on “It happened to a friend”. (You can read the full first part here)
Andrés went to the gate to ask for a receipt but instead, Mayra, the guard, shook his hand.
Andrés, who is very convinced, found this interesting and decided to ask her out.
At first she didn't know what to answer, but days later she copied him and wrote to him on WhatsApp.
Andrés, so well launched, took advantage of the blow and began to close that deal.
Author's note: The chat is copied as is to be faithful to the story, hence the spelling and writing errors.
—I would like to see you —Mayra continued.
—Really? Well, honestly, I do too. But I always found it difficult because of everything. And I didn't think you were going to say yes to me.
—And I never thought you would ask me out.
—It surprised me and I stayed up all night thinking.
—And I wanted to end the conversation and there was that gossipy lady there – Mayra was referring to Mrs. Eulalia, the gossip of the group.
After a while she sent him a photo of herself in her pajamas, looking divine, of course.
—I'm already going to sleep
— Holy Virgin Mayra!! What is all that, for God's sake? How am I going vietnam email address to sleep now? Like this, all alone?
— Hahaha, oh Andrés, you are terrible.
—And you are everything one could want to lose one night in.
“Hey dude, but he was too direct,” I said to Andrés. “Well, faggot, if an old lady sends you a photo in her pajamas it’s not exactly because she wants to talk politics. That’s when you have to start turning up the heat,” he replied. And yes, he’s right.
And that chat was getting hotter and hotter. The phone was already starting to burn, although it was also because I was charging it with a portable battery.
Andrés, with masterful skill that, I confess, I envy, led the conversation where he wanted: To the bed, or to the sofa, or to the dining room table.
But when, despite him starting to insinuate things, she responded with a "You seem cool to me," Andrés knew that the rice was already hot and ready to be served.
As it usually happens in those heated conversations on WhatsApp, they started comparing styles, tastes and preferences. I won't go into much detail because this is not that kind of blog, but Mayra used expressions like "I do move," and "I love being pampered and having my whims indulged haha."
At that moment, the only thing we could do was pour ourselves another beer and toast Andrés. And for Andrés. A masterful move.
Andrés went to the gate to ask for a receipt but instead, Mayra, the guard, shook his hand.
Andrés, who is very convinced, found this interesting and decided to ask her out.
At first she didn't know what to answer, but days later she copied him and wrote to him on WhatsApp.
Andrés, so well launched, took advantage of the blow and began to close that deal.
Author's note: The chat is copied as is to be faithful to the story, hence the spelling and writing errors.
—I would like to see you —Mayra continued.
—Really? Well, honestly, I do too. But I always found it difficult because of everything. And I didn't think you were going to say yes to me.
—And I never thought you would ask me out.
—It surprised me and I stayed up all night thinking.
—And I wanted to end the conversation and there was that gossipy lady there – Mayra was referring to Mrs. Eulalia, the gossip of the group.
After a while she sent him a photo of herself in her pajamas, looking divine, of course.
—I'm already going to sleep
— Holy Virgin Mayra!! What is all that, for God's sake? How am I going vietnam email address to sleep now? Like this, all alone?
— Hahaha, oh Andrés, you are terrible.
—And you are everything one could want to lose one night in.
“Hey dude, but he was too direct,” I said to Andrés. “Well, faggot, if an old lady sends you a photo in her pajamas it’s not exactly because she wants to talk politics. That’s when you have to start turning up the heat,” he replied. And yes, he’s right.
And that chat was getting hotter and hotter. The phone was already starting to burn, although it was also because I was charging it with a portable battery.
Andrés, with masterful skill that, I confess, I envy, led the conversation where he wanted: To the bed, or to the sofa, or to the dining room table.
But when, despite him starting to insinuate things, she responded with a "You seem cool to me," Andrés knew that the rice was already hot and ready to be served.
As it usually happens in those heated conversations on WhatsApp, they started comparing styles, tastes and preferences. I won't go into much detail because this is not that kind of blog, but Mayra used expressions like "I do move," and "I love being pampered and having my whims indulged haha."
At that moment, the only thing we could do was pour ourselves another beer and toast Andrés. And for Andrés. A masterful move.