I guess most people like something happens what happened to us Pilar and me about six or seven months into our relationship. Once the first phase, the initial rapture, of that nonsense, which made people stare at us in the subway or the bus while prodigábamos us our daily ration of pampering, and maintaining all newly-minted couple the world, whether of race they are, and are of the belief that they are, things seem more or less back to normal.
We no longer saw every day, I guess also because tiredness to be both working full time, was imposed on the cloud on which the two had been engaged in recent months. We started to get one day every other, or something. We were looking forward, but the fact is that, at least on my part, remoteness also began to take its toll. I was certain laziness Pilar carry home and back to mine, the late night to bed and early the next day for work. I know that was selfish on my part, but until I met Pilar, my relationships have always been a real mess, with all due respect to the girls I left. In this case, it is true the phrase that titles this film in Argentina, "no sos vos, soy yo". I recognize that the pre-Pilar sentimental phase of my life was more marked by routine or sexual attraction, which for a true feeling of love.
I stopped going out with the girl Pilar preceding six months after starting the relationship, for one reason most miserable: he lived in a village on the road to La Coruna, and I was real lazy to take the bus every Saturday to go see it. Every Saturday, because we did not even intend to see us on weekdays. So crude and so sad, folks. There came a time when every Saturday excuse me for not going, saying outlandish reasons of study or otherwise. By then I had no car, and she was not quite ready to come to Madrid. In fact, I think she was more laziness come to Madrid to visit me in her village, but that was no reason to leave the relationship. The fact is that when they had more or less three weeks giving excuses for not going to see it, I thought I was doing the jerk, which would be more noble for me to confess that I was too lazy to continue with us. On the fourth Saturday stay, I told him what happened to me, and let out.
With Pilar I thought something similar. I think it has something to do with my way of being, quite strange when compared to the lifestyle of most people. In my case, it has to do with the love of my solitude. I have never found uncomfortable about having to spend a weekend without leaving. Something will have to do with the amount of times I've had to stay home as a matter of study. This pleasure to my solitude helped me at the stage where she worked outside Madrid, and married to Pilar. He preferred to go home at the end of the workday, and enjoy a good book, a good movie or just skulking on the couch with the idiot box on, before going to bars with companions.
Anyway, I am nothing gregarious, unless I wanted to keep the friendship or simple contact with one or at most two people in a group or cultural affinities or sentimental. Now that I think, must Pilar something similar happen, because we have almost never held a large group of friends, removing the outputs we did from time to time with the parents of Sergio classmates. We felt much more comfortable with few people, one or two pairs at most. Each time a family event brought us together in a pack, we managed to match we had the most affinity. Nothing fancy, I think, but I also know many people who love the bullanga, and join the revelry with many people. It was not our case, I assure you.
Without really knowing why, and no doubt influenced by my pathetic emotional state, I began to sense that what began bored. The problem was that on this occasion, I had come across someone who really worth it.
One Saturday I was tired, and more eager to stay home than go out, I called to cancel the appointment Pilar we agreed on Friday. Accepted without much enthusiasm on his part, but the case is accepted. After seeing each other for a couple of days next week, arrived Saturday and I made up another excuse to stay at home lounging.
But this time, friends, good Pilar refused.
And not only refused, but I let out a string of accusations that made me feel worm by first time in my life. In its tone, softly, without looking at all the voice, called me everything but pretty. I think I've ever had a conversation with anyone so hard in my life, even in my work place in the tough talks are the order of the day. I listened without knowing what to say because he had no arguments to refute anything that Pilar was saying. By summarizing some philosophy of what we talked about (of which she spoke, rather, because I just let me say "yes, it's true" from time to time), I will tell you who made me see that he could not play with a person of how he was doing me a couple of weeks here, more or less. What to play, I bought a monkey, and I forget it if he continued down that path.
When you hang up, in addition to the host that he had received verbal and headache and arm that I had (imagine a conversation in full voltage of more than half hour), I felt, as a kind of flash , for the first time in my life I had met a woman I liked, but I really liked, at all levels, able to laugh when it came to laugh, and take a fight that you shit, no move a tab, when the issue was that. Pilar showed me, with a simple telephone call, which respected sincerity above all, and if because of that honesty had to break his relationship with me, I would not hesitate for a moment.
I began to respect it. Still in love, but also respected. I do not know if I understand what I'm trying to say. Many relationships are based on custom, or even, in many cases, the dependence of one to the other. "Is that so and so, or twinkie is a disaster", you will have heard thousands of times. Often found little respect in many relationships, and I am convinced that, in our case, the respect that began Saturday afternoon, where I intended to wriggle giving an absurd excuse. The flattery, stuffed animals, the kisses and the little red hearts floating in the air gave way to a much more serious, deeper and more intense by two. We started to intimate with him, to know us as people, with our weaknesses, our greatness and our miseries. For the first time discovered the maturity, the importance of a real relationship. Pilar seemed so arrogant, so sincere in that moment of pain for me, I knew I was the person I wanted to share the rest of my life. So simple, so simple.
Needless to say, that Saturday I dressed quickly and ran to her, confident that he had started something really seriously.
We no longer saw every day, I guess also because tiredness to be both working full time, was imposed on the cloud on which the two had been engaged in recent months. We started to get one day every other, or something. We were looking forward, but the fact is that, at least on my part, remoteness also began to take its toll. I was certain laziness Pilar carry home and back to mine, the late night to bed and early the next day for work. I know that was selfish on my part, but until I met Pilar, my relationships have always been a real mess, with all due respect to the girls I left. In this case, it is true the phrase that titles this film in Argentina, "no sos vos, soy yo". I recognize that the pre-Pilar sentimental phase of my life was more marked by routine or sexual attraction, which for a true feeling of love.
I stopped going out with the girl Pilar preceding six months after starting the relationship, for one reason most miserable: he lived in a village on the road to La Coruna, and I was real lazy to take the bus every Saturday to go see it. Every Saturday, because we did not even intend to see us on weekdays. So crude and so sad, folks. There came a time when every Saturday excuse me for not going, saying outlandish reasons of study or otherwise. By then I had no car, and she was not quite ready to come to Madrid. In fact, I think she was more laziness come to Madrid to visit me in her village, but that was no reason to leave the relationship. The fact is that when they had more or less three weeks giving excuses for not going to see it, I thought I was doing the jerk, which would be more noble for me to confess that I was too lazy to continue with us. On the fourth Saturday stay, I told him what happened to me, and let out.
With Pilar I thought something similar. I think it has something to do with my way of being, quite strange when compared to the lifestyle of most people. In my case, it has to do with the love of my solitude. I have never found uncomfortable about having to spend a weekend without leaving. Something will have to do with the amount of times I've had to stay home as a matter of study. This pleasure to my solitude helped me at the stage where she worked outside Madrid, and married to Pilar. He preferred to go home at the end of the workday, and enjoy a good book, a good movie or just skulking on the couch with the idiot box on, before going to bars with companions.
Anyway, I am nothing gregarious, unless I wanted to keep the friendship or simple contact with one or at most two people in a group or cultural affinities or sentimental. Now that I think, must Pilar something similar happen, because we have almost never held a large group of friends, removing the outputs we did from time to time with the parents of Sergio classmates. We felt much more comfortable with few people, one or two pairs at most. Each time a family event brought us together in a pack, we managed to match we had the most affinity. Nothing fancy, I think, but I also know many people who love the bullanga, and join the revelry with many people. It was not our case, I assure you.
Without really knowing why, and no doubt influenced by my pathetic emotional state, I began to sense that what began bored. The problem was that on this occasion, I had come across someone who really worth it.
One Saturday I was tired, and more eager to stay home than go out, I called to cancel the appointment Pilar we agreed on Friday. Accepted without much enthusiasm on his part, but the case is accepted. After seeing each other for a couple of days next week, arrived Saturday and I made up another excuse to stay at home lounging.
But this time, friends, good Pilar refused.
And not only refused, but I let out a string of accusations that made me feel worm by first time in my life. In its tone, softly, without looking at all the voice, called me everything but pretty. I think I've ever had a conversation with anyone so hard in my life, even in my work place in the tough talks are the order of the day. I listened without knowing what to say because he had no arguments to refute anything that Pilar was saying. By summarizing some philosophy of what we talked about (of which she spoke, rather, because I just let me say "yes, it's true" from time to time), I will tell you who made me see that he could not play with a person of how he was doing me a couple of weeks here, more or less. What to play, I bought a monkey, and I forget it if he continued down that path.
When you hang up, in addition to the host that he had received verbal and headache and arm that I had (imagine a conversation in full voltage of more than half hour), I felt, as a kind of flash , for the first time in my life I had met a woman I liked, but I really liked, at all levels, able to laugh when it came to laugh, and take a fight that you shit, no move a tab, when the issue was that. Pilar showed me, with a simple telephone call, which respected sincerity above all, and if because of that honesty had to break his relationship with me, I would not hesitate for a moment.
I began to respect it. Still in love, but also respected. I do not know if I understand what I'm trying to say. Many relationships are based on custom, or even, in many cases, the dependence of one to the other. "Is that so and so, or twinkie is a disaster", you will have heard thousands of times. Often found little respect in many relationships, and I am convinced that, in our case, the respect that began Saturday afternoon, where I intended to wriggle giving an absurd excuse. The flattery, stuffed animals, the kisses and the little red hearts floating in the air gave way to a much more serious, deeper and more intense by two. We started to intimate with him, to know us as people, with our weaknesses, our greatness and our miseries. For the first time discovered the maturity, the importance of a real relationship. Pilar seemed so arrogant, so sincere in that moment of pain for me, I knew I was the person I wanted to share the rest of my life. So simple, so simple.
Needless to say, that Saturday I dressed quickly and ran to her, confident that he had started something really seriously.
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