Two Suitcases to the Netherlands
After the carnival of bodies— Manuela the "Slutty Teacher" with the broken filter, Isabel the "Face Only" with the beige lingerie, and the mixed signals with Helena —I found myself missing the only woman who had offered me real stability: Chloé. I invited her to dinner. She walked in looking different. She had lost weight, but more importantly, she had gained armor. She was confident, exigent, and cold. She told me she had suffered after our breakup, but the pain had clarified her vision. She wasn't interested in going back to the old dynamic where I led and she followed. We started chatting on MSN as friends. We went to a music festival in the city. Just as I had once adopted Clara’s musical taste, Chloé had adopted mine. Standing there in the crowd, listening to our favorite band, the ice began to melt. I decided to play the "Total Honesty" card. I confessed everything. I told her about the swinger life, the adventures, the chaos of the last year...
