smoked a cigarette in a cafe in the town square who had just arrived. my father had given him work there, we took our stuff, we close with a nod of the old village and moved. waiting in the cafe one who was keen to talk to me, really do not know why. I got boxes addressed while the new house. "When you realize that your parents' house is not yours?" I asked the skinny, with a cigarette in his mouth and dark circles to the chin. "Oh I do not know" I replied, knowing full well whereof he spoke. "We need to talk" I said seriously with a serious expression, "we need to talk," he repeated, letting me understand that this was anything but casual. "Ok" replied unconcerned with nothing better to do. "Find me in the cafe the swallow at 4 pm," he said, taking my arm "is very important" to his face close to mine and taught me all their eyes. and there I was, in the cafe the swallow, not really funny, with a coffee in his hands, a cigarette burning in both my mouth like an ashtray, on a cloudy evening with wind. finally arrived, sat down and immediately brought him a coffee as black as can be. gave him a drink, arranged her ideas and began "I have some explaining to do ... this town, this town is not like the others, there's something here as a man you're interested, there is something in the way of the things that creates a phenomenon extremely bizarre, a problem for us, for you, eventually, who has broken the order of life and interrupted its course, affecting every man who lives here, marked forever, some say that makes us better, which forces us to try harder , to throw forward and can not in our shortcomings but the thing is, to make the story short (haha), that in high school, when the appetite is asleep or waking up, girls in this town, absolutely all girls, are taken a mountain for 6 years, there are many theories as fools in the world, but nobody really knows what goes on that mountain, one more than them, women of our people know exactly who they are ... we know is what happens next, when they return, they return with a standard in men unreal, imaginary, and when they come violently with the sexually frustrated that the insane hope not find what they want and they are virgins, we traveled to johns of other peoples throughout the school and have wild sex and obscene all our youth. but with them back, travel and have just started the infinite and maniacal mission to conquer them, so beautiful and firm and perfect, so full of delicious fresh youth, but no one has sex here than homosexuals and 3 types genetically perfect with its 3 respective girlfriends, also own good genes ... you will witness what I say next week when school starts. you are very nice and all, but you can not get a goal, do not let you get close to some point, do not spend their impenetrable barrier if you say or do the wrong thing and that can be anything ... from batting poorly or have strong opinions about what it is and if you're ugly or / and fat are lost. Perhaps you think I'm kidding you, but see, I have something to teach "and found rolled up his right arm, it was incredibly muscular, then rolled up the left that was contrasting thin," shit "I murmured, impressed" no kidding, my dude, you're about to enter the most ruthless desert sex, sexual troughs filled tragically useless ... oh and another thing, the women of this town are famous in the region for its beauty, you will never feel as eager as when you put your eyes in our female population. felt he had to warn you, I enjoy few things more "laughed, leaned back with his coffee in his hands and took it with a twitch in the eye and markedly anxious. I could not breathe," virgin "was heard in the back of my mind, I hate virgins all virgins who had met in my life on my mental screen reappeared. "I want to be an actress because I'm beautiful" "I'm waiting for the right" is my day of the month, had never desvirginizado someone, but oh God as we had tried and it was impossible even with mediocre expectations girls. was now in a town full of them, damn my luck. "Thanks ... I guess," he said with his mouth and his face was saying "asshole", I turned off my freshly lit cigarette, I took the rest of my coffee from a drink and left. do not know what to do about all this, "virgin" I think back to my house, along the boulevards super parents, "Surely that is a bumbling idiot and not get anything and just fucked me," trying to convince, but there was no let me believe it. I got home, I sat down to watch TV and fell asleep. I dreamed that I dried and I liked the whistle.
spend the rest of the week working out and reading philosophy super-thick, had to prepare, if it was true, for the greatest battle of my life. The first day I bathed methodically, I managed with extreme care hair, put on my best clothes, the most expensive and newly purchased, I brushed my teeth so hard that my mouth was full of blood and left determined, sure of me same, feeling a champion, nothing could stop me, "veni, vidi, vici, veni, vidi, vici, veni, vidi, vici, veni, vidi, vici!" I was saying the whole way. I arrived and was greeted by an army of perfect creatures, insurmountable representatives of my favorite genre, superb examples of beauty that can be humans, seemed to cast their own light and was dazzled almost blind. I fixed the hair and, upon entering, I was entering another dimension, a better dimension. fascinated walked through the halls, letting go, receiving flowers and fanfare in my heart, my sex, my head bursting and imitating the earth, rotating and traveling. "Oh Christ" I said, reaching an orgasm. "Virgin?" threatened, mocking and arrogant, "no more." I went to my first class and I got to work. I met several classmates that day and planted the seed my friends in the fertile soil of their souls. classes are over and I felt I did well, I could not start better, I did not notice anything that guy told me, all welcomed me with open arms, all were willing to be my friends, "nice and it" sounded eerily in my head, but was ruled out by the evidence collected that day can not be true, it may not be virgins, more than ever thought the guy was just some asshole and eventually I was sure they were all lies. back to my house I thought to devote only one, instead of dividing my efforts in a number. I quit my job to find the perfect girl to drop it all the weight of my love. during the month, I met many potential candidates and the beginning of the new had already chosen, pamela. was my friend and we had friends in common, we liked the same things and shared a sense of humor. strangely never went out two of us, always inviting, but she refused by this or that reason. did not give much importance, he thought, thanks to my low self-esteem, which I did not like, but I would not give up just like that, would be that as it may conquer. asked her friends about it, but I did not get clear answers. the truth would be discovered a terrible September night. was at a party school, drinking and having fun, when I met her. and we talked more, spent significant time and just drunk. at one point she was quiet and I saw his eyes, I said nothing too, "something happens" I thought, never suspecting what was about to come. "I" started, "oh no" I knew right away, my heart was beating very fast, "I am," he repeated, ah felt broke inside me, that at any time fill the floor with my gut, "virgin." "Shit, it's true ... it is true!" I shouted to heaven, "oh ok" I said, stupefied, dazed, stood and left. That night I dreamed I was lost in a labyrinth where he died miserably.
our friendship withered and died. "Fuck" and I ended up saying after another, but with identical results. I followed and after a thousand more, all virgins, all wanting nothing to do with me. cried in my bed, watching my roof, cursing that fucking town, cursing them and cursing me for being me and do not fit your idea of \u200b\u200ba man. "Why?" I wondered, "What did I do wrong?" I was obsessed with the idea, a mystery without an answer. every time I masturbated more and settled on my chest a feeling of regret. was a poor man. came a point I tried to take it with philosophy and go out walking for hours, plotting action plans in retrospect were just desperate for a naive delusion alone. the great courage that I have in the heart swelled and I decided to fight. and I fought, I fought like I had never fought in my life, I struggled until I fell to the ground all broken emotionally by rejection and saw the magnitude of the problem, warning the man lived sucker was like pushing a fucking mountain, it was like trying to reach the moon, could not be done, would have to totally be me to start seeing results. everything was in the shit when someone told me about a support group at church, at first I dismissed as trash, but when my options homosexuality became the most popular the young men, suicide or group, I opted for the group. were the most pathetic in the world. We read poems they wrote to the women of the village, we taught our wedding pictures of hugging and crying, pretending that he was hugging the girl we were obsessed and we told him how much we had hurt. I went to the group as 2 weeks and then I realized that making love gay men is less than what took place in that church. I thought all was lost, the hope was rotten and ready to take my things and leave this damn town. put boxes in my car when it was kind of the "no escape" he said seriously, seeing carefully "to the place where women go and you look like monsters fuck the double." "Fuck!" I yelled without seeing it and without stopping, "asexuality is the answer," he said as punishment, seeing the floor, smoking. "Asexuality?" I repeated, confused. "It is.'s What I do and since I've deleted, with the help of marijuana and strength of will, all sexual desire, life has not been more humorous" went a bit "to see the poor idiots crash million times against the wall of ice that protects the heart of these women is great fun, "he leaned against the car and saw the horizon," I've seen and I think you have the strength to overcome this terrible disease " I saw him seriously interested in proposing "disease?" I repeated, "Yes, the worst of all." I leaned against the car myself. "To go to hell" I said, releasing her bitterness, yet free of the martyrdom of desire "to hell?" "Yes, fuck", I was pensive for a few seconds, I remembered that I once had dignity and respect for myself, I remembered those times when going back and forth with my head held high, with no concern whatsoever, without that nagging feeling of anxiety, without being hot all the time, "ok" I said, watching, smiling, "to hell." "Taking" I gave a joint super fat smelly "need this" "but I do not I do drugs, "I confessed, feeling like a baby." is your medicine "and smoked and laughed all afternoon.
gradually disappearing and the desire was due to the effect of my medicine saw village women more as art, as moving sculptures and paintings that spoke that as sacks of sex than previously thought. the place of tears and misery was taken by the laughter and happiness. the type and I sat in school, drugged out of our minds, and laughed at the poor fools who tried unsuccessfully to link women who die without knowing true love. one day someone came back to town and, while things in your car down, I invited him to a coffee had something important to tell.
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