In quarantine

Getting ready

*Zac*
"Are the tents ready.. ? my cousin should be arriving some time today" Nick say, looking at Sherry.

She sigh. "You guys need to learn how to do things yourself you know.. but yes the tents are ready".

"Thanks sweetie". Nick grins and give her a wet kiss on the cheek.

Sherry smacks him on the arm. "Don't get Mcnaughty with me".

"Oh I see what you did there Sherry.. McNaughty.. I have to remember that". I grin and give her a thumbs up making Nick glare at me, but then he grins too.

"So they were bringing like two of Emilia's cousins from Argentina right ?" LZ looks up from his phone. "Female cousins ?"

Nick chuckles. "Yeah, female cousins.. Uhm Nina and.. Pillar..Pilah.. something like that".

"Pilar.. Nick.. it's a spanish name". I say. As always I am curious to meet new people, I met Nick's cousin Matt one time in Canada, but I haven't met his girlfriend, and none of us know her cousins.

"Oh Pilar.. yeah that's what he said". Nick grins again. "Supposedly both pretty.. models or something I think".

LZ gets up, kinda shaking his head. "Well I am out then".

"What do you mean ?" I look at him.

He makes a motions with his hand like 'look at me'. "Models Z.. yeah, they are probably half a foot taller than me.. so they literally will overlook me.. totally".

"Aww stop LZ.. that shouldn't matter if you meet the right girl.. she'll love you just the way you are". I tell him.. I don't like to hear him put himself down.

"Thanks.. but I doubt the right girl for me is some 6 foot model.. and that's totally okay". He gives me a smile. "Well see ya I have some pictures to work on".

Nick goes to fill a coffee cup before looking at me. "So are you excited to have new girls checking in ?"

"Why would I be excited ? I mean I am always happy to meet new people and I am looking forward to seeing Matt again.. but excited ?" I get up from my chair.

"You are turning forty this year Zac.. you say you want a family". He looks at me and I nod. "So shouldn't you be.. looking a little more seriously for.. her".

I make a face. "I know Nick.. but.. I don't.. searching for her seems wrong.. I have to keep believing that she will drop into my lap when I least expect it".

"It might be the right approach.. it might not". He shrugs. "If you change your mind I know a really good matchmaker.. only high quality clients".

"Thanks Nick, but.. that's just not me". I tell him. "Well see you later.. I have some stuff to do at the flow office".

*Pilar*
"So what is this place exactly Matt ? You say that you cousin lives here with 3 other guys.. it's like a gay commune or something ?" I lean forward in my seat looking at my cousin Emilia's boyfriend.

He chuckles. "No Pilar.. as far as I know none of them are gay.. just friends living together.. there is a woman living there too.. and some visiting".

"Oh.. of course". Yup my mind instantly goes there, wondering if they are all, doing her or what.. why because I know from personal,experience that all men are scum and swine, with very few rare exceptions.. and most of those are gay.

Me and my cousin Nina lives in Argentina, but we flew up to meet with our other cousin Emilia who live in Toronto with her man Matt.. Matt is okay for a guy I guess.. I don't really trust him yet, but he is a nice guy, so at least not a jerk.

We have after 3 weeks on the roads, going from Toronto, over New York, Washington DC, through Florida and last visiting New Orleans, reaches Texas where Matt's cousin Nick lives on a kinda farm near Austin.. that is our next stop.

"Pilar !" Emilia scold me. "I happen to have met both Nick and one of the other guys Zach, they are both nice guys.. and Zac, the guy who owns it, Matt met him and say he is one of the sweetest people he ever met.. so you better behave".

I roll my eyes. "Hey, it's not like I attack men or something.. I just don't trust them.. with good reason".

"Just.. don't .. you know.. accuse them of things". She turn to look at me.

"Seriously.. It's not like I go around accusing men without reason.. so relax". I lean back in my seat.

I pull out my phone starting to go to my notifications. I had posted a picture from the gym last night at the hotel.. it has like 20 new comments.. a few is sweet one from friends.. but mostly it is from men I don't know.. either sleezy or Well kinda sweet, but I know these leads to sleezy in no time.

I also have 3 private messages.. first one just say hi.. second one tells my I am the most beautiful woman he ever saw and the third one tells me he wants to fuck my ass, the one I just delete before blocking him.

Part of me is thinking that I don't want to post another picture.. I am tired of those men commenting, but on the other hand why should they have the power to control what I do ? I didn't do anything wrong.

I go to the private messages, answering with hi and thank you.. I kinda already know how this will end.. but part of me keep hoping for another outcome.

Both guys answer back fast, the one who told me I am beautiful is asking where I live and if I am married.. the other one ask what I am doing. I sigh again I know where it is going.. where it is always going.. but I type in 'Argentina and no I am not married' and to the other one 'on a road trip'.

About five minutes later I lean back with a sigh, kinda wanting to cry, the 'you are beautiful' guy has just told me he wants to come here and marry me.. the 'hi' guy has jeg send me a dickpic.. for some reason this makes me feel hollow inside.. sad and irritated.

I am not sure why things like this hurt me.. Maybe because deep down I still dream of meeting my soulmate, a real life fairytale prince.. and this once again disappoint me in men and it once again prove that men are scum.

"Are you okay ?" Nina touches my arm, looking at me.

"Yeah.. just some idiots.. the usual". I put away my phone and closes my eyes for a moment.

She gives my arm a soft squeeze. "Forget them.. those guys are idiots.. ignore Them and be happy not all men are like that".

"Well.. but they are.. all men are exactly like that". I shake my head, then turn it to look out the window.