RESISTANCE - Why do bad things happen to good people?

Law of Attraction

Just joy! What a beautiful costume party for this weekend. It is one of those parties organized by the college senate. We were excited since we started getting ready. The party would be in a mansion, in a city grove.

While Dico was getting ready I was talking to him, because my fantasy was much simpler.

He was very meticulous.

Always very organized, he used a type of powder on his hair to darken it and look even more like Wolverine, his favorite fantasy. I would go with a Don Juan costume. I would make an effort to play the romantic.

"Thereyou go! It's just the same, huh!"

"Yeah, I'm a Wolverine fan."

"Finish it soon, we're late."

"Give me a break. I want to look identical."

So, I went out, went to the bathroom and saw that some papers were on the floor. We always took the opportunity to screw each other up:

"Damn, Dico! Throw the papers with your "younglings" in the toilet and flush. Willingness to dategoes away!"

And we would laugh out loud.

I took the keys and went to the party. Good young men as we were called, wewould drink only at the place. Never while driving.

The party was fantastic, worthy of a costume party. Dico and I started walking around the house, full of Don Juans, Zorros, Jack Sparrows, Penélopes, etc.

It was amazing! The house had two floors, a huge staircase that made a half moon to the hall. A giant chandelier and several candlesticks.

We took a few sips and went to dance, or better yet, try to dance near the girls. A hick as I was, I didn't believe I would feel at ease at costume parties. But I was.

And Ângelo, even though he was unrecognizable, called the girls' attention. It looked like a magnet.

Me and my repressed jargon: "If you are neither handsome nor rich, you have to be nice to be able to compete".

I noticed something in Ângelo that until then I didn't see: he would get drunk drinking just a sip of beer. But I didn't think that was a problem.

The house's garden had a short grass and was all lit up. We went to a more isolated area where we met two girls. While we were chatting away, I noticed that the girls were watching us, so we started talking to them.

Initial questions like: What do you do? Where do you study? Where do you live? And then we became friends.

"Oops! I think something is going to happen". We were in luck. One of the girls liked me too.

I told him:

"Dico, let's get along with them. Anxious as I was, always careful not to ruin everything."

Know another jargon: "If you are not good, be careful".

But he always said that I was good. I just wanted to believe him.

I was always trying to hear what Angelo was saying to the other girl, so I could repeat something. But, it never worked. Suddenly I was relieved. I realized, again, that when relaxed I did things better. Once again he was teaching me how to live better, you know. Relax and take the risk.

Then, I realized that he was abusing the drink a little, ordered two glasses of whiskey and then let go for good.

End of party. We took the girls' phone numbers and, who knows... I had never been with a girl before.