We were to improvise. I was going through a strange situation, which needed a change of pace, a change of scenery. I never thought of what happens so many times to have friends who do not study at university.
A newly completed my twenty-six years old, had stopped going out with a group of friends more or less faithful, more or less ancient, for various different reasons. First, because the poor were a little hartitos to call every weekend, and I could not go out with them because I had this or that test. Secondly, because my purchasing power was much diminished in comparison with theirs, that worked and had a salary far greater than the weekly pay me was my father. Although at this time I had worked for just over a year, so many years of free riding that could not but end up spending bill. And third and finally, because by a twist of fate and effervescence of hormones, had formed over my years of the inevitable career couples, and there was nothing for a poor graduate without a bloody hard, and also more or less fat.
For all these reasons, I called Monty, an old friend from the beach, and we see each other that afternoon of October 12, 1987, the day of Pilar. He said if I did not care to go with a friend, and I said no, of course, to the contrary.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, in front of Burger King by Diego de León, I first met with Pilar.
After the greetings and kisses bound to Pilar and Montse, and shook hands with Javier, Montse's boyfriend who also met for the first time that day, deliberated a bit before deciding to go to this or that site .
remember I liked from the beginning the joviality of Pilar. He came dressed in a gray dress with horizontal lines very thin green, white socks and black shoes. It is curious that at this point remember such a detail, when the truth is that I have forgotten many things even more recent. I guess have something to do with the fact that it was the first time we met, the novelty, but the fact is that from the beginning, from that moment the door of the Burger, Pilar did not leave me indifferent. Proof of this is that no memory at all as they were not Montse and Javier, and even myself. I guess that would be of "normal after" as well defined my cousin Juan Antonio to my way of dressing, bland and dull, always in jeans and a shirt, always emphasizing both Rockola as Pasha by my utter lack of affiliation vestimental.
I suggested we approach the San Mateo, a gambling den located in the street of the same name, where he worked precisely at the time I click cousin. Not even I considered that Pilar finished eating with his parents in an elegant restaurant to celebrate the festival of Pilar, as it was and has been customary over the years that we spent together. Not even I considered that neither Montse and Javier were not very used to frequent this type of local and imported ultramodern music, and closer to rock and pop (pop blessed the eighties will never die) than to any other music. I was so used to frequent the San Mateo, which I found my second home. He spent hours in the cockpit of punctures, playing tetris machine, or sitting at a table with his back against the wall, and it seemed most normal thing in the world.
that day, namely, the environment in San Mateo was just enough cargadillo. Niñatos groups had invaded the call of the low price of beer, the music was especially booming, and on top, Juan Antonio was not, so we had to pay for drinks (another advantage that was not mentioned was I went to drink free, "by the face". Montse hallucinated observed the environment in which I moved at that time (I knew from the beach, a very different family environment), Javier fun watching Montse hallucinatory and Pilar said, smiling as the first change, that this place he liked. I had a moment of revelation, and when I got up for drinks, I turned and looked at that table, with three more or less higher compared with the childish around us, amid the sea of \u200b\u200bleather jackets and lumps of buddy, I was assured that no Montse, or Javier, and, of course, Pilar, I was going to head back the word.
After this absurd statement of principle on my part, I let them take me somewhere for dinner. The three worked, do not forget (do not forget that I told you not), Montse and Pilar in separate advertising agencies, and Javier in a courier company. Their salaries were astronomical compared to mine, lower than a current fellow, given my limited experience in the labor market. So they took me to a place where, when I glimpsed above the price chart, and fumbled with my modest pecuniary hand, made my eyes wide. He could not say anything, because the short time in San Mateo had taken my arguments, at least for that day. I dined nervous, and when they brought the bill, I had to borrow money to Montserrat, which I cut a lot, because the truth is that many years ago that he had no one to touch it.
With all these premises and successful interventions on my part, it's time saying goodbye. I was sure I would have to find the new environment on the other hand, because the truth is that the evening had not been exactly brilliant, but to my surprise, all three stated that they had had a great time. Javier and Montse went underground on the other line than the one we had to use Pilar and me, so I was alone with her. He said he had to go to Diego de León to take the 72 to his home.
I'm not sure why, even today. I had a good time with Pilar, and apparently, neither had she gone wrong. Everything seemed cheerful, the San Mateo, my talk, dinner ... However, it was not logical that the first day react and react: with grave risk of becoming home to so many as to what I had to give back the fuck of sailing in the subway, I said I was with her until Diego de León. Over time, when we were dating, Pillar said he was surprised that my reaction when in fact we had met that afternoon. You might think it bullshit, silly me or a truism in retrospect, but I think that, while traveling on a subway line completely unknown to me next to Pilar, I sensed somehow that this was going to end up in good port.
I suggested the opportunity to see the weekend next, but he said he was staying with a friend. To my surprise, confirming my intuition that this was going on track, was the same Pilar called me the following Wednesday to invite me to spend the afternoon on Saturday at his home, along with Montse and Javier. I can assure you that when I heard the voice over the phone Pilar (Pilar's unmistakable voice, that everyone who has ever heard it is easy to remember), my heart skipped a beat in his chest.
That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship
A newly completed my twenty-six years old, had stopped going out with a group of friends more or less faithful, more or less ancient, for various different reasons. First, because the poor were a little hartitos to call every weekend, and I could not go out with them because I had this or that test. Secondly, because my purchasing power was much diminished in comparison with theirs, that worked and had a salary far greater than the weekly pay me was my father. Although at this time I had worked for just over a year, so many years of free riding that could not but end up spending bill. And third and finally, because by a twist of fate and effervescence of hormones, had formed over my years of the inevitable career couples, and there was nothing for a poor graduate without a bloody hard, and also more or less fat.
For all these reasons, I called Monty, an old friend from the beach, and we see each other that afternoon of October 12, 1987, the day of Pilar. He said if I did not care to go with a friend, and I said no, of course, to the contrary.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, in front of Burger King by Diego de León, I first met with Pilar.
After the greetings and kisses bound to Pilar and Montse, and shook hands with Javier, Montse's boyfriend who also met for the first time that day, deliberated a bit before deciding to go to this or that site .
remember I liked from the beginning the joviality of Pilar. He came dressed in a gray dress with horizontal lines very thin green, white socks and black shoes. It is curious that at this point remember such a detail, when the truth is that I have forgotten many things even more recent. I guess have something to do with the fact that it was the first time we met, the novelty, but the fact is that from the beginning, from that moment the door of the Burger, Pilar did not leave me indifferent. Proof of this is that no memory at all as they were not Montse and Javier, and even myself. I guess that would be of "normal after" as well defined my cousin Juan Antonio to my way of dressing, bland and dull, always in jeans and a shirt, always emphasizing both Rockola as Pasha by my utter lack of affiliation vestimental.
I suggested we approach the San Mateo, a gambling den located in the street of the same name, where he worked precisely at the time I click cousin. Not even I considered that Pilar finished eating with his parents in an elegant restaurant to celebrate the festival of Pilar, as it was and has been customary over the years that we spent together. Not even I considered that neither Montse and Javier were not very used to frequent this type of local and imported ultramodern music, and closer to rock and pop (pop blessed the eighties will never die) than to any other music. I was so used to frequent the San Mateo, which I found my second home. He spent hours in the cockpit of punctures, playing tetris machine, or sitting at a table with his back against the wall, and it seemed most normal thing in the world.
that day, namely, the environment in San Mateo was just enough cargadillo. Niñatos groups had invaded the call of the low price of beer, the music was especially booming, and on top, Juan Antonio was not, so we had to pay for drinks (another advantage that was not mentioned was I went to drink free, "by the face". Montse hallucinated observed the environment in which I moved at that time (I knew from the beach, a very different family environment), Javier fun watching Montse hallucinatory and Pilar said, smiling as the first change, that this place he liked. I had a moment of revelation, and when I got up for drinks, I turned and looked at that table, with three more or less higher compared with the childish around us, amid the sea of \u200b\u200bleather jackets and lumps of buddy, I was assured that no Montse, or Javier, and, of course, Pilar, I was going to head back the word.
After this absurd statement of principle on my part, I let them take me somewhere for dinner. The three worked, do not forget (do not forget that I told you not), Montse and Pilar in separate advertising agencies, and Javier in a courier company. Their salaries were astronomical compared to mine, lower than a current fellow, given my limited experience in the labor market. So they took me to a place where, when I glimpsed above the price chart, and fumbled with my modest pecuniary hand, made my eyes wide. He could not say anything, because the short time in San Mateo had taken my arguments, at least for that day. I dined nervous, and when they brought the bill, I had to borrow money to Montserrat, which I cut a lot, because the truth is that many years ago that he had no one to touch it.
With all these premises and successful interventions on my part, it's time saying goodbye. I was sure I would have to find the new environment on the other hand, because the truth is that the evening had not been exactly brilliant, but to my surprise, all three stated that they had had a great time. Javier and Montse went underground on the other line than the one we had to use Pilar and me, so I was alone with her. He said he had to go to Diego de León to take the 72 to his home.
I'm not sure why, even today. I had a good time with Pilar, and apparently, neither had she gone wrong. Everything seemed cheerful, the San Mateo, my talk, dinner ... However, it was not logical that the first day react and react: with grave risk of becoming home to so many as to what I had to give back the fuck of sailing in the subway, I said I was with her until Diego de León. Over time, when we were dating, Pillar said he was surprised that my reaction when in fact we had met that afternoon. You might think it bullshit, silly me or a truism in retrospect, but I think that, while traveling on a subway line completely unknown to me next to Pilar, I sensed somehow that this was going to end up in good port.
I suggested the opportunity to see the weekend next, but he said he was staying with a friend. To my surprise, confirming my intuition that this was going on track, was the same Pilar called me the following Wednesday to invite me to spend the afternoon on Saturday at his home, along with Montse and Javier. I can assure you that when I heard the voice over the phone Pilar (Pilar's unmistakable voice, that everyone who has ever heard it is easy to remember), my heart skipped a beat in his chest.
That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship
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