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absolutely
couldn’t believe that somebody wasn’t deeply in love with a woman like me, he’d
noticed how beautiful I was the first time he saw me, but he’d always thought I
looked down on him or just wasn’t interested. He took off from there, my dear,
seducing me, absolutely shamelessly, not taking at all into account the fact
that I’d come to his apartment to talk about his relationship with Olga María,
and pretty soon he was brushing up against me, flirting, whispering in my ear,
holding my hand, trying to kiss me. But I didn’t let him, no, my dear, I didn’t.
I told him to behave himself. But he kept pushing himself on me—so pigheaded. At
one point he almost managed to kiss me. That’s when I stood up and told him I
was leaving, he wasn’t showing me any respect. To tell you the truth, though,
that Julio Iglesias was gorgeous, and I was plenty tempted to let him have his
way with me, and maybe, my dear, he read my mind, because he sure didn’t put the
brakes on, he just kept insisting. Men are not to be trusted. That’s why I
divorced Alberto, and I have no regrets: it’s the best thing I could have done,
and I said as much to Olga María at the time: it isn’t worth complicating your
life, it’s better to be with one man or none at all. I’m glad they’ve already
started serving coffee, my throat is dry, and I’m so exhausted I’m afraid I’m
going to collapse. Pass me a cup. If you want, let’s go out on the terrace for
some fresh air. There are so many cars parked in front and half the people
haven’t even arrived yet. This place will be packed later tonight, my dear, with
everybody from the advertising world and Sergio’s friends from the association
of travel agencies. I wonder how many of our classmates from the American School
will show up. It’s been so long since we had a class reunion. Chele Yuca will be
here, that’s for sure, considering how in love with Olga María he’s always been.
You know him, don’t you? His first name is Gastón: he was the handsomest boy in
our class. Did you see my mother, she’s standing next to the coffin talking with
Alberto? Those two always got along well. I don’t know how my mother can stand
him. No, my dear, I’ve got nothing to say to him; we were married for a year,
and in that time we said everything we had to say to each other—and there was
plenty of time left over. Alberto is the most boring man you can imagine. I
don’t know how I managed to put up with him for a whole year. He’s always at his
computer, for hours and hours, the whole day if he doesn’t have anything better
to do. It can drive you to despair, my dear, he doesn’t want to go out, or meet
people, or go to the movies—it’s atrocious. I practically had to drag him out to
dinner parties. But my mother says he’s very intelligent and that’s why his
business is doing so well, and she says he’s the most knowledgeable person in
the country not only about finances but about everything that’s going on in the
world, and that’s why he has so much money, all her friends assure her that he’s
the number one financial consultant. As far as I’m concerned, let him make all
the money he wants, my dear, let him go to Wall Street with his computers for
all I care, but don’t let him dare get anywhere near me—he’s like the plague, he
infects you with boredom in a matter of seconds. The problem is that my mother
still doesn’t accept the fact that we’re divorced, she just can’t understand how
someone can send a man packing who makes that much money, even if he does bore
you to tears; as far as she’s concerned, you’re supposed to live with the same
man your whole life. No, my dear, I’m not going to change her this late in the
game. I guarantee you, the moment she hears I plan to marry