Previously, on “It Happened to a Friend”: Diana wanted to get Andrés a girlfriend, and introduced him to Angélica, who was splitting her sides (her words, not mine). One Friday night, he saw her on Twitter saying she wanted to hook up, and he decided to write to her. He told
He got out of the car, pretending to be calm—as if she was that hot, HA!—greeted the security guard and rang the bell at her apartment. The first thing he heard was a little dog barking like crazy, desperate. “Frida! Don’t bark so much, you’ll wake up the neighbors!” he heard from the other side of the door. As expected, the first thing he saw when the door opened was a tiny white blob that approached him to smell his feet and legs. Andrés knew that this type of woman who loves dogs gets attracted to her through the dog, so he greeted the little animal with all his affection.
But Andrés started to look up and (he swears that this happened in slow motion) he saw from bottom to top a spectacular woman, in pajamas, as he always imagined she would be. Tender but sexy, very sexy. Long pants, like in pink that could have been any other similar color, but men have room for 7 colors in the brain, black and white included. White T-shirt, which was tight to that model's body... "that old lady even shined, faggot, I swear; she was like an angel. Maybe it was because of the lamp behind her, but she shined."
— Hi Andresito —she said with the most goofy-Andreses smile imaginable— . I thought you were bothering me and you weren’t going to come. You’re very funny. Go on!
— Sorry Angie, but… Do you think I’m going to be so stupid as not to come after your invitation? If I bother you, tell me, I came to say hello and I don’t want to bother you.
— Nooooo, cool Andresito, go on. Of course, we have to talk quietly because my aunt is at home and she’s already sleeping.
WAAAAAAT? Aunt? Again? Shit, my tennis game is screwed up. I had to put the balls away. And the racket, I mean. “And your sister, is she there too?” he said, fearing the worst response.
– Oh no, Lú is on a trip. In Taiwan. I’ll meet her later in New York.
– Oh yeah? Wow, that’s great. «I did imagine that this old lady is rich, but I didn’t think it was true. This game is getting good,» thought Andrés.
– Well, Andresito, excuse the rudeness, come here, let me show vietnam email address ou the court, I mean… the apartment — she said with a knowing smile, taking him by the hand and doing the aforementioned obligatory tour.
Let's not lie to ourselves, he didn't care much about the kitchen, the living room and the dining room. All he wanted was to see her bedroom, which was the last thing he showed her, as expected.
— It was a huge room, with a gigantic bed, a balcony with an ideal view… No, man, that was a dream. A giant television… —Andrés told me.
— Oh, no way, Andrés. Are you going to describe a television to me? Let’s not be such idiots. Let’s get to the point, bro!
When he finished showing her the room and they were leaving for the living room again, Andrés took her by the shoulders and put her against the wall, gently but firmly, he approached her slowly and... she smiled mischievously, nervously broke away and went to the living room.
" This is going to be good. You're not going to get away from me that easily; I want that first set already," Andrés said to himself. In the living room they started talking about anything, like when you spend the night at the house of a hot old lady in your pajamas.
They could have talked about movies, the weather, the geo-economic situation in Kazakhstan, but all he could think of was “How the hell do I convince her?” That was when he remembered the tequila he packed in a hurry. He asked Angelica if she would like some, and although she initially said no, he convinced her. “It’s Friday, Angie, you’re at home. What could be wrong with you?”
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