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Me, My girlfriend and her: Sneaky Cat

Present (Eleventh of October, 2018)

Here I am, back to hotels after a day of work. Already ordered my food and couldn't avoid but listening to this two friends in the bar discussing their dinner choices. Once is time to eat, the pizza having a thin crust seems to be the biggest issue in the world. Funny isn't it? Did you ever asked yourself what is about food that make you forget about the world? As soon as you have a menu in your hands nothing else matters. Possibilities, I believe... We enjoy having possibilities...

Past (January, 2017)

I remember to hear about this girl and her tricky strategies to get close to my girlfriend, right now, while I am writing this and revisiting so many moments with her, I can't avoid to have a growing smile on my face. Was funny to hear about her and all of her games... Almost like one of those TV shows that you always hope that there is a new season coming out. She was boldly fearless and somehow that became a frequent topic in our conversations. What did Cat did now? Yes, we called her Cat, a great coincidence, you will understand why. Her name was a diminutive of the name Catarina, a really regular Portuguese name. Too vulgar for the explosive soul that she is, I would say. You see... She had always two possibilities: - She could fancy my girlfriend and keep it secretly for her and her day dreams, or she could sleep naked in the on call room, after swapping beds with one of her colleagues, to sleep side by side with my girlfriend and ensure to get up multiple times, while talking to her to make sure that she would be looking. While this, my girlfriend had herself, at least, three different possibilities:- She could simply look down and ignore this amazing women with long dark straight hair, bouncing around her well defined stomach, while showing off the most well designed, beautiful breasts or she could look as closely as possible, she could then look to her properly from the top to the bottom by the time she would turn around, pushing her hair gently to her back in a way that all the attention would be given to her well announced, corpulent, out of the gym quality ass. I wouldn't know, if she wouldn't tell me, no one else would. So what is the third option? Well, she could look to Cat and appreciate her in the same way that only a wine lover appreciates her calm, resting, beautiful wine, breathing in a large and elegant crystal glass, after a long and meticulous decision earlier made and enjoy that provocative moment when you can enjoy the wine smell just before you taste it, and then, she could tell me everything about it. What about me then? Well, I had my own round of possibilities:- When she would tell me about it, like she did, I could explode, I could also demand her to change her bed and to sleep less in the hospital and also as her girlfriend I could give her an ultimatum informing her that if this would happen again I would leave her, because I do not enjoy to be cheated on, in any possible way. Although, this sounds too drastic and dramatic doesn't it? Quite fit for a temperamental women like myself I would say. I could also explain to her that I appreciate that she would tell me, but would feel more comfortable if she could talk to Cat to make sure this doesn't keep happening, after all, she knows we are together. Other than, I could ask for more, I could challenge my girlfriend to take a sneaky picture of this women that keeps coming up in our conversations and could enjoy this great teasing flirt with my girlfriend. Well, that sounds about right, because that was exactly what I did.

Possibilities... Each of them would have giving us a particularly different future. The truth is that we always have the gift of choice. We can regret and learn from it, we can create great memories or memories to forget, but once again, is our choice to make. This choice? Well, this choice just made me thirsty for more...