Ironies

Well, to begin my tryouts in writing in english language, I'll tell about a recent episode in my life, which, if not interesting, is at least curious.



First thing: girlfriend was in Poland, in holidays. For two weeks. And me, I was trying to enjoy the most I could the few days I'd have as a "single" man [if I'm not mistaken, only in three days when she was absent I didn't manage to take part in some party, make a party myself or go out with friends], when a friend of mine [if I can call somebody who I met only three times a friend] called me to tell me about a party where he would be playing [he's a DJ], and if I was interested in going to. Selected guests, a couple of DJs, and inside a boat! Whats not to like? I've aways wanted to go in a party like that, so I said yes immediately. Unfortunately, later, I found out that none of my friends would be able to attend. Except for one of them. I would be really very good news, as I wouldn't be in a place surrounded only by complete strangers, and as this friend is a girl, things would be even better, as that would make possible for me to enjoy the dancing part of the event [I'm too shy to ask a girl who I don't know to dance], but I was immediately thinking about the collateral of all that, as this girl who was going is one of the prettiest girls in town. All I could think was "Aga [Aga is my girlfriend] will kill me when she comes back [she's very jealous].



But let us not panic just yet! I still had a couple of days before the party, and I was trying to get more people to go. People from the town where I'm living, folks from work. But it turned out that nobody could go, for different reasons. I though oh, hell, what can I do? It's not my fault, I'm not doing anything wrong, and actually there's no reason not to go to this party. And like that I had made my mind. But there was a little surprise in the weekend [the first one].

On friday, I ring my friend to sort out thing about the time we were to the party, and she told me she would finish work around 7 o'clock in the evening. But the party would start as 8. In Galway. Forty minutes driving, plus the time a girl takes to take shower and do make up, you do the maths. I though humm, things don't look good, and I rang my friend to check the schedule. He confirmed there wouldn't be time enough. I got a bittersweet feeling, as I knew I was not going to enjoy the party that much without her, but at least Aga was not to be upset. And Saturday I was there, and the party was really very nice, good music, beautiful landscape, perfect weather. Couldn't complain.

Around 11, the boat was back to the docks, and the guys were getting ready to the afterparty in some pub. I was not going, as that day was fight night [as much as I can, I aways watch the UFC in home], and my friend, who would join me support our countyfella Minotauro, was in Galway to collect me. So I was back to Loughrea around midnight, and I had to wait some 3 hours before the fight. So I said to myself, fuck it, I'm going for a pint. And there I was, in the most popular pub in my town, when I see two familiar faces. My friend guitar player from Brazil, John, and her, the who was supposed to go to the boat party with me. There was a third guy who I didn't know, who I was to find to be a brazilian as well, but I didn't pay attention to him at this moment. After one drink, she suggested so, we go to the disco, yes?, and I said why not?. So to the disco we went.

The disco in Loughrea is awful. Bad DJs, bad decoration, and way too many irish guys, way too drunk. But I was drunk enough myself, so I was sure I could as least kill some time with my friend before the fight start [in Ireland all nightclubs close at 2 o'clock. The fights would start at 3. Good timing]. My friend John didn't join us, but the other guy came along. I noticed he was interested in my friend [what a shocker], so I gave some space to him, and didn't take her to dance all the times, so he could fire a couple of shots. The thing is, I know this girl for quite a while, and I was pretty sure she wouldn't make out with this guy tonight, so I stayed nearby. If the guy was inconvenient, she could aways come to me. But after some time taking turns with him, I though hell, she seems to like this guy. As I'm the only person here she knows, maybe she's just embarrassed to kiss him, or whatever, as she may think I would tell our friends tomorrow. So, to make easier for her, I just moved away to the other side of the disco, where we couldn't see each other, and there I stayed for nearly half a hour. When I came back, I danced once more with her, and suggested to us to go home. A few minutes later, she went to toilet, and while waiting, her boyfriend wannabe came to talk with me. The conversation was something like this:
You're a funny guy huh?
What?
You're a fucking clown aren't you?
I'm glad you like it.
You see I'm with the girl, and you were sticking around all the time, you, a brazilian guy as me, shouldn't be doing this.
[As this point, he seemed pretty aggressive, and he didn't look drunk. He looked stronger than me, anyway. I can't fight, myself, but my concern was that I couldn't even defend myself properly, as I got my shoulder hurt in the previous week, so I'm not embarrassed to say I was a little bit scared.]
I'll tell you what. I have no hidden intentions with this girl. She's one of the best friends of my girlfriend, we are used to party together. But if you like her, you can sort out this very easily. Call her to go out again, just the two of you, and everything will be fine.
Anyway, you should not do that. You are a man, you should understand.
Tired of this yepp-yepp, I finished the conversation like that:
Listen, my friend, the chances you have to make out with this girl tonight, are something between ZERO and NOTHING.[My friend liked this part specially, when I told her this story later]
But she asked me out tonight.
And she asked me as well [it was kind of true, as we were supposed to go out together].
He was a little confused at this point, so I moved out from him [I kept my eyes on him all times, just in case], and waited for my friend to come back, so we could go home straight way.

And so she came back, and I was keen to hurry things to go home, but as she didn't know about my little chat with her friend, she just took her time. We left, and I was walking a few yards in front of them, close enough to know they were behind me. In the crossroad, I turned right to go home, and when I looked back, they were walking in the opposite direction. We live in the same building, so the first thing in my mind was Fuck! She really liked the guy! And in shock, I walked a few seconds more, until I realised it was me who was walking in the wrong direction. I turned back, and started to walk fast, but not too fast so the guy wouldn't thing I was after them. When I caught them, they were talking by the doorway, I said some bullshit to explain why I was going to the wrong side, and asked her do you want come for a beer? [If she wanted to get rid of him, she had the chance now]. No, I have enough beer for tonight. Ok, so, see you tomorrow. So I passed by them, and came back home. I was just glad to be safe, and don't have to worry about anything anymore. One minute later, my friend enters by the door, and asks why did you leave me with him? Fuck, I can never understand women.

She stayed in my house until my other fella showed up for the fight, and I told her everything what happened. She was in shock, and told me she actually didn't fancy the guy that much as I was thinking...

Anyway, it was a very nice night, I had a lot of fun in the boat, a good time in the disco [well, sort of], and the fights were interesting. There was just one really bad thing in that night. Minotauro lost. First time ever she was stopped. A real shame. But life goes on...