My routine was already well-established. I had achieved success at work, and even my change in mood led my wife to become affectionate and attentive once more. However, that satisfaction and the increase in dopamine from the temporary pleasure were extremely addictive. I couldn't stop, even if it meant carrying out multiple lies and maneuvers to keep it a secret.
I remember the moment vividly. I opened the daily publication and saw a photo of a young, blonde, white woman with large blue eyes, a sensual, slender mouth, her feminine curves in perfect balance – beautiful in every way. Her description read, "I'm a normal girl, a university student, an animal lover, happy and fun. I love to talk and dance. I'm looking for a mature man to help with my tuition. But, really, I'm looking to meet someone mature yet fun. If you meet my expectations, I promise we'll have fun." I won't deny that what caught my attention most were her photos, but I thought, "Well, a new experience – let's see what happens."
We met at an Argentine restaurant, known for its all-night solo piano performances and an excellent selection of table wines. I arrived first, took my seat at the table I had reserved by phone, ordered a glass of red wine, and waited.
Suddenly, I saw her approaching my table from the lobby, accompanied by the headwaiter. She was a beautiful, slender blonde with an elegant and flirtatious gait, standing at about 1.7 meters tall. She wore an elegant cocktail dress with long sleeves. She approached me with a huge smile and said, "Hello, you're the mature man who suggested the dating app to me, right?" I confirmed, and as I looked closer, I found a beautiful face with striking blue eyes, adorned with long natural eyelashes, well-positioned eyebrows, full and sensual lips, and a lovely nose that completed her beautiful countenance.
At one point during our initial conversation, without realizing it, I found myself gazing into her eyes. She noticed and perhaps felt a bit uncomfortable, so she asked me, "What do you see in my eyes?" Without thinking, I replied, "Stars. Your eyes have a special shine, like seeing the stars without needing the night." She blushed a bit, and we continued our conversation.
We continued our dinner, shared glasses of wine, and engaged in plenty of idle chatter. At the end of the night, we proceeded to a hotel where she appeared free, glorious, and magnificent. I remember clearly that, in the heat of the night, she asked me to turn off the lights. I was more inebriated than usual and agreed without a word. Time passed, and when I woke up with the morning light filtering through the window, I saw a female figure lightly covered with a sheet. It revealed a Japanese tiger tattoo on her right arm and a cherry blossom flower on her left. I had never been a fan of tattoos, but I couldn't deny that they looked wonderful on her beautiful skin.
As she woke up, she quickly covered her tattoos and dressed. She declined my offer to take her home but asked for my phone number for a future appointment. Many girls had asked for it before, but they never followed through, so I had no qualms about giving it to her. As she left, I asked, "What's your name?" She rushed to the room's exit and simply said, "Layla..."
I was left with the usual feeling of pleasure. However, this time, I wasn't completely satisfied. This girl exuded an aura of beauty and mystery that captured my attention. I thought, "It's nothing, just another conquest," and I let time do its work as I moved forward with my life.
