Saying Goodbye to the Perfect Girl

Okay, it’s true, the blog is closed and I shouldn’t have written anymore.
But I can’t stay silent about my farewell to SweetTits, which happened just a few hours ago.
There she is, knocking at my door. She’s been waiting a month to see me because of my COVID isolation. A month in which she did everything to stay close to me: phone calls, messages, she even sent me roses.
There she is with a huge smile, with eyes sweeter than ever… She floats on her signature Louboutins, wearing a very tight skirt, a jacket with a very revealing neckline and… nothing underneath. Surprising me as soon as she shows up at the door is her trademark: once she came naked, covered only by her coat, another time in a silk slip. Now here she is with the shock neckline… Too bad Walter, the cleaning “guy,” is at home. While she quickly covers up, I save her from the embarrassment:

The breakup walk

“Come on, let’s take a walk while they finish cleaning. Want to be the first person I set foot outside with after a month of isolation?”
Outside, a blinding light stuns me as I enjoy her company.
We laugh, we joke. There’s chemistry, as always.
I watch her as she walks. If it were possible to describe the essence of people with a mathematical formula, hers would be a function of elegance and sweetness. I’m not talking about that contrived, artificial elegance that creates distance. No, her elegance is a movement of the soul, it’s part of her essence. It’s the elegance that comes from being naturally graceful.
And she’s so, so sweet. Sweet is the sexy little voice she speaks with, sweet and sour is the taste of her nipples, sweet is the way she hugs me, as if I were the dearest person in the world.
She tells me about how her ex is treating her badly.
We grab a takeaway coffee, perched in front of the Darsena, and then head back.
Every time I think about her, I realize she’s the perfect girl.
Besides being very beautiful, she’s kind. She genuinely cares about me. She’s completely trusted me, there’s no limit to the experiences we could share together. She’s always been the classic good provincial girl, without particular sparks or emotions, constantly subjected to the judgment of various boyfriends and acquaintances. But with me she’s willing to try any experience, with the courage and desire to live of someone just reborn and determined to savor life in all its facets.
Every time I look at TetteDolci, I imagine what a life together would be like. I savor what we could create. She’s the perfect partner in crime.

“Have you heard from Viola?” she asks me. I elegantly dodge the question.
Viola is the girl with the perfect ass with whom we had planned to have a threesome, first with the Americanina and now with her. No, I won’t be having any threesome this weekend. “This Viola really has no luck,” I think.
I’m the lucky one. Because a girl like SweetBoobs is like a winning lottery ticket.
We talk, laugh, eat, joke.
And here I am, kicking luck away, for love.

The confession couch

“Come to the couch, I need to tell you something. I feel good with you, I like how you make me feel, the aspects of myself you know how to bring out. But… today, while I was with you, I didn’t stop thinking about CENSORED for a moment. I have to accept that I’m in love with her“.
“Okay,” she replies, without batting an eye.
I continue, embarrassed, with her holding my hand almost to comfort me:

“Our relationship made sense the way the situation was before. Now that my heart is committed, it doesn’t seem right to you to love another and see you.
You’ve given me everything a woman can give a man, and I’m grateful for that. The least I can do is treat you with respect. It doesn’t make sense to keep seeing each other.”
My timid voice crashes against her substantial lack of reaction.
“Actually, I understood”.
“How did you understand?”
“Yes, actually I understood today, while we were together… I saw that you were thinking about something else. And I understood this week, when I read the stories on your blog. I felt really bad about it, but it’s something I accepted. I came to meet you knowing it would probably be the last time you’d want to see me”.
I’m more and more amazed.
I lighten the mood:

“What, you’re not going to make a scene? Not even a tear?
Nothing at all?”
She laughs.

“No, I don’t want to give you the satisfaction.”
My respect for her was already at its peak. Now it’s even higher.
What Style.
What Elegance.
What a Woman.
She adds: “I need to figure out what to do now with the teddy bear you gave me and the flowers”.

“I get it, I’ll be receiving anonymous packages with bloody wool ears and severed limbs,” I laugh.
“But do you think CENSORED is in love with you?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know how it’ll go. I’ll probably crash into a wall. But I want to be true to what I feel.”

I reflect within myself.
I know I could have kept seeing her.
CENSORED gives me my freedom and SweetTits would have probably accepted the situation (she’s a stronger woman than she looks).
But I can’t be with one and think about the other while I’m with her. And besides, I feel like I’m failing CENSORED.
This time, I feel like I only want to be with one girl.
And my feelings chose CENSORED, making me turn down the perfect girl.

The exit with my book in hand

She gathers her things and heads toward the car. Before leaving, though, she pauses at the bookshelf:
“Where’s my lipstick, the one I wrote my name on my skin with for you, the one I gave you and that you jealously kept on the humidifier?”
In the chaos of isolation, I didn’t notice the lipstick. It’s true, it’s not there anymore.
“Uhm, I don’t know, it must have fallen into the drawers,” I say, unconvinced.
She laughs, looks at me. I laugh. We laugh.
“I think CENSORED made it disappear,” she says.
“No way, I can’t believe it… but if that’s the case, I swear I’ll be pissed!”

I walk her to the door, already knowing the terrible things her friends will say about me.
“Promise me you’ll never let any man treat you badly,” I tell her.
One last hug and… TetteDolci is now out of my life.

After a few hours, she posts a photo on Instagram. She looks amazing, provocative, holding the roses I gave her. The caption reads “Unexpected roses that despite everything I’ll keep“.

What style.

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