Shame on You!


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“Moron!” I barked. “What? Were you comforted by my tragedy? You found a consolation from my misery! Shame on you! I easily understood what you felt that night though.”

I looked at the wall pensively and continued investigating the particular night: “Who cares now, my friend? It was ten years ago, you know…. But I don’t understand how it happened? How did Maria and you happen to be at the same place? I did not understand anything, man. Please explain me clearly?”

“Because we were dating that night.”

“What? Maria and you were dating? And she cheated on you? I don’t comprehend anything. Explain me how it exactly happened?” I was totally perplexed.

“As I told you, Maria and I were dating that night. We were very happy as if heaven opened before our eyes and enjoyed ambling on Robson Street, hand in hand, you know…. We went to a movie and ate a sumptuous dinner. And then we decide to go to Roxy in order to consummate our love.”

“But how come? Maria and you were dating and went to Roxy together. And how did you find that Maria and Clarissa cheated on us?”


My First Love Cheated on Me


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“I know Maria had contaminated your pure heart, because you told me numerous times, but I’m curious when the first time you witnessed her unfaithful act? I knew she was apostate at regular intervals, but tell me what exactly happened at the first place?”

He drunk a bottle of water and looked outside poignantly for a while. And then he opened his wound:

                       Once upon a time, a Mexican

                                                       Lad gave his heart to a

                                                       Brazilian damsel ultimately

                                                       Filled with love that’s pure

                                                       And true to my first love….

“It was a Wednesday night. Maria and I went to Roxy. I remember the episode vividly, since it was not only me, but you were cheated that night as well. Can you beat it? We both were cheated at the same night and the same place? What a stupid coincidence, ha-ha-ha….”

“I know, man, my first love cheated on me because you told me. But I’ve never asked you the detail, so what happened exactly?”

“Well, my friend, don’t cry, ha-ha-ha….  As I told you, we were at Roxy. To begin with, I saw Clarissa kissing a Canadian guy. I thought why she kissed him, since she was your girlfriend. I thought she was very pure. I did not understand how she could cheat on you. I was very shocked to see her unfaithful act and angry with her for your sake. I felt so bad and was sorry for you. And the time had elapsed. Lo and behold, I saw Maria kissing another Canadian guy. I could not believe in my own eyes, but it actually happened right before my own eyes. Anyway, I have to tell you the truth. I was glad that I was not only one to be cheated that night, but you were cheated to boot. Please don’t be mad at me. I was indeed relieved in the fact that we both were cheated on the same night, but not only me. I’m sorry, man, I have to tell you the truth, ha-ha-ha….”


Finding the Right Person Is My Eternal Quest


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Here I let myself laugh like a nutcase. The tears were rolling down my face. He took my laughter as an insult and got angry, shouting, “Son of bitch! Is this funny to you? Really, my friend? Is this funny to you, eh? I’m divulging my deepest secret with you, and you’re laughing at it! What sort of a friend are you? I was expecting sympathy from you!”

“I’m sorry, Gerardo. But again, my friend? Again starting yesterday’s song and dance? Christ, cheating is your eternal theme!” I said, wiping my tears.

“Of course, man! This is very important to me, as your book is important to you. Finding the right person is my eternal quest. For heaven’s sake, what will happen if I meet the right person, but my steel heart doesn’t recognize her? I’m talking about my Lois Lane, you know….”

My first Love Broken My Fragile Heart to Pieces


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“By the way, Shogo, please come with me to a night club tonight, for I have a business meeting there. Next month, my agency will have a run-away, so I need to check the place. Tonight I don’t want to be alone. The meeting will take only for an hour. Besides, you can take a rest tonight. You’re almost finishing writing your book, so you don’t need to push yourself anymore. Come with me!”

(Gerardo owns a model agency – he has been running it for over three years now. Besides working for HP, he has been taking care of his agency to boot. He has hired two people to control it. However, when the agency has an important event such as a run-away, he has to attend the meeting to check a place and seal a deal.)

“Heaven! Are you still depressing? Just talk to Jessica when she comes back to Mexico. Don’t worry about it too much, my friend, everything is gonna be fine,” I reassured him, patting on his back.

He lit a cigarette afresh, inhaled heavily, and looked up the ceiling for ten seconds. And then he started his monologue with bleary eyes: “You know, Shogo, I don’t understand women. Why do they always try to cheat on me? Why, my friend? I’m not ugly as Mr. Virgin; I am an incredibly good looking young man, for sure. I am very kind and sweet, I always take good care of my girlfriends, I have nice jobs, I have nice parents, I have good brothers, I have good friends, I always loyal to my girlfriends, my stallion is still in a vigor shape, I am a giving and tender person, I have a charming smile, I am an expert in a bed, I have a nice car, etc. I possess every quality that every woman dreams of. And yet, all my ex-girlfriends have cheated on me ungratefully. What a bunch of whores I’ve dated with, pafi! That’s why I can’t trust Jessica. Do you know why? Just because my ex-girlfriends have transmuted me into a suspicious jerk. I want you to understand it’s not my own fault to be like this but entirely their fault. Can you believe that all my ex-girlfriends cheated on me? I’ve always found something in them even if they’re trivial things. I’m worried about myself; I am afraid what I’ll eventually become, so to speak. You know, Shogo, I was not always like this. I was very pure as morning dew from a leaf, but my first love broken my fragile heart to pieces. As you know, I had the purest heart on this earth and trusted women blindly. I was so young. I trusted Maria and gave myself ultimately without any reservations to her, with open arms. And then what happened? She didn’t understand my gift, absolute love. She cheated on me brazenly and broke my heart incurably. My heart is unyielding now, so to speak. Because of her, I built a solid bulwark around my heart, so that no woman ever broke my heart again. I detest my steel heart!”

I Trusted Her, My Friend!


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He fell to thinking for a while and went on, “You know, Shogo, if she goes to New York, I’ll definitely break up with her. Just wait and see what’ll happen. I am very sure that she’ll go to New York though.”

Here he received a message and annoyingly picked up the iPhone. He checked it, sent it back, and exclaimed, “What a manipulated whore!”

He lit a cigarette nervously and stared at the iPhone ponderingly for a while. And then he flared up, “Can you believe what she just said? She wrote: ‘I love you.’ Does she think that I’ll buy her ambidexterity? If she does, she is dangerously underestimating me, my friend. Anyway, it doesn’t matter; the immutable fact is that she’s cheated on me. I’ll break up with her when she comes back to Mexico from Peru!”

I tried to soothe his rage, “But, Gerardo, you don’t know anything about the affair. You just read the messages, man. Maybe, she is just flirting with him, who knows? She might not go to New York, so why don’t you give her another chance? Please don’t rush to judge, man.”

To my great astonishment, indignant tears welled up in his eyes. He turned away and whistled to a Mexican ballad to hide them. And then he replied, in a quavering voice, “Nope. I can’t give her another chance, my friend. She’s made a rendezvous with her ex-boyfriend behind my back and boldly cheated on me in the whole time; that is more than enough for me to handle with, you know…. I trusted her, my friend, I thought she was loyal to me. But I was sadly wrong; she is the lady of the evening, so to say.” Here he managed to slip a wink and declared, “Yeah, you might be right; I should give her another chance and see what’ll happen, why not? Notwithstanding, I am certain that she is going to New York. And if she does, I tell you, my friend, it’ll be irrevocably over. I’ll break up with her, full stop. Period. Gerarod Veloz.”