Girls Are Like This Nowadays

He drank a bottle of beer and continued, “She wants to marry me. But I don’t want. I know she is a wonderful woman, and she never cheats on me. She is different from all my ex-girlfriends who always cheated on me behind my back. In all my life I’ve never met such a remarkable woman like her. I’ve never trusted any women and never loved them. Just I wanted to have a good time – that’s all. Also, I know I’ll never find a pure woman like her, but part of me warns me that I shouldn’t trust her. You know, Shogo, nowadays all women are bitches. They cheat on us very easily as if it were just an ordinary affair, nothing more and nothing less. For example, my friend met a woman on a street and started saying to her that she is very beautiful, she has an extremely attractive face, and so on and such craps. She told him that she is married, loves her husband, and has a three-years-old son, so she doesn’t want to do anything with him. But alas, after a week, they were fucking. I couldn’t believe that, but this is the reality. We have to accept. I can assure you that all women are bitches – we can’t trust them.”

Tonight he was in a talkative mood, more than usual, so I decided to give him a free rein to get it off his chest.

“I am totally on the same track, my friend. I can’t trust any women either. You know, women can tell us easily that they love us while looking squarely in our eyes without flinching, as if they are madly in love with us; however, I am so sure that when they meet a handsome guy at a night club or a bar, wherever else, they’ll let themselves be fucked without any conscience.”

“Exactly, girls are like this nowadays,” he chimed in. “Shogo, look at that waitress, I am pretty sure that she’ll fuck someone tonight. Look at that bartender; I am pretty sure that she’ll fuck someone tonight, too, ha-ha-ha….”

“Yap! I am so sure, too, as God’s sun never failing to rise. Only my wish is – they’ll be fucked good and proper tonight. That’s all!”

“Ha-ha-ha, I wish, too, Shogo. Oh my God, my first beer is almost gone. Hurry up, man. You have to choose some vaginas or ask Elaine right now.”

“Wait, man. Give me more time to search for a beautiful vagina. I need more time to decide. How about you? Have you decided which vagina you’re going to dance with?”

“Not yet. I can’t find a vagina I want to dance with. I’m still looking. Shogo, we should order our second drinks. The waiter told me if we don’t ask for another drink, we should leave because many customers are waiting outside.”

“No problem, order another drink for me, Jorgito.”

I Have to Enjoy Tonight

It was a Saturday night. We decided to go to Excess to have fun. We arrived there around 10:30 p.m., but the place was already full of people. Jorgito was a bit anxious and said, “Shogo, we have to choose girls quickly because we’ll order only two drinks. We can’t stay here longer.”

“Why, Jorgito? Just enjoy tonight. Take a time and watch beautiful vaginas dancing. Find your vagina and have a private dance!”

“Of course, I’ll dance tonight, but the thing is that when we finish drinking, they’ll ask us to order another drink; if we won’t order anything, they’ll ask us to leave. That’s why we have to do everything quickly. I don’t have money and can’t spend too much money, man.”

I was laughing, “Again, are you thinking about money? Just enjoy, as we planned. This is your idea to come here tonight, my friend. Do you remember your impulsive speech? You said, ‘Shogo, when we become old, we can’t enjoy everything fully that life offers us. We are young now; therefore, we must enjoy everything with all our might. Don’t think future or past, but think only present to enjoy our lives at the most.’ These are your exact words, remember?”

He ordered our drinks and replied with a shamed smile on his lips, “Of course, I’ll enjoy tonight. Let’s see what will happen. But you have to ask Elaine now, because she is your sweetheart and can stay with us at least an hour or two hours – we don’t need to be worried about ordering drinks.”

I lit a cigarette and replied with a little excitement, “Wait, my friend. I want to reconnoiter first. I need to check if there are any new beautiful vaginas. Maybe, I’ll dance with a new vagina first, and then I’ll invite Elaine to drink with us. I’m determined to enjoy tonight and decided not to think about tomorrow.”

“What? Are you crazy, Shogo? It’ll be too expensive. Are you going to dance with two vaginas? Oh my God, you are the man! I think I should dance more than one song tonight. I always admire your attitude toward life. You are right. I have to enjoy tonight. You know, I should fuck as many vaginas as possible because Heather is coming to Mexico soon.”

“When is she coming?”

“February 24,” he made a pensive face and nodded.

I Am Afraid of Starting to Write

We arrive at the parking area and get out of the car. We walk to the apartment. He suddenly stops in middle of the way and turns to look at my eyes squarely, “Hey Shogo, did you write something today?”

I am a little surprised of his sudden question and reply, “No, I didn’t. Why, Gerardo?”

“Nothing, my friend. I just thought why Shogo hasn’t started writing anything past two weeks. Shogo, why don’t you start writing something? You have a lot of time now and have a place to write.”

“I might start writing next year, Gerardo. Because I have to study, improve myself, and develop my art of writing more. I need more time to get started.”

“Why? You’ve studied about writing for nine years. I think it’s more than enough. You just have to start writing something. It doesn’t matter what you’re going to write. It doesn’t matter if you write nonsense, but the essential thing is that you need to practice writing.”

“Yes, I know, my friend. Let me explain – as you know, I’m going to write in English, so I naturally have to improve my English more because English is not my native language.

Moreover, I need to expand my knowledge as well as gain more experiences. Just wait, my friend. When the right moment comes and when I get divine inspirations, I’ll write like a madman. Just wait and you’ll see, my friend.”

Pause.

He is shaking his head, “No, no, Shogo. Three years ago or two years ago, you said these things – I believed you. But now I don’t believe you, because everyone knows your English is great; you’ve studied hard these past nine years, so I assume you have enough knowledge to write; you’ve traveled around and gained a great deal of experiences. I know you are ready to write. I sometimes wonder when Shogo is really going to get started or wonder if Shogo might never start writing. I think you are scared of writing.”

I am a bit agitated at his direct affront and defend myself involuntarily, “Gerardo, listen. I’m not scared of writing, as you said. You’re definitely on the wrong track of thinking in that way. No, I’m just waiting for the right moment to write, and every writer needs enlightenment. Besides, I really need more study and research to get started. I know what I’m doing. As you know, I’ve struggled in vain to write for years, because I need something more, namely, my own style and my own voice. I’ve been trying to figure them out for years. Thus, just wait patiently and give me the time to understand myself. As soon as I find them, I’ll start writing, that I can promise you; however, I can’t promise you when. Meanwhile, let me do it on my own way, and I’ll read more books.”

He is not convinced, “But, Shogo, even if you can’t figure out your style or your voice, you should write something. Let’s say, just two hours per day. You know, you can’t write a book without practicing. So, just try to write something tomorrow. Furthermore, I really think you don’t need to read books anymore because you’ve already read a great deal of books. Shogo, you’ve read books these past nine years. I really think you’re afraid of writing. Maybe, you don’t want to be disappointed in yourself. I really think so, man. If you want to read more, it’s okay with me, but please start writing something.”

Pause.

I look down the uneven street and finally say, “Yap, you might be right. I should start writing something and should practice it. I’ll try to write something tomorrow after reading a book. Thanks, Gerardo. Well, I want to smoke, you can go upstairs.”

“Why? Let’s smoke at the apartment.”

“Yeah… but I just want to be alone for a while.”

“Okay… see you up there, man.”

I light a cigarette and look up the sky. I can see only few stars tonight, and the night is a wee bit chilly. I am peeved because what Gerardo has said is true: I am scared to death of writing. I know why he asked me about writing – because he is worried about me. I know that Jorgito too is worried about me although he did not reproach me directly, but I am very sure that he is still wondering why I have not gotten started. Gerardo knows me very well and must have been feeling that I am scared of writing – that is why he wanted to encourage me and push me to get started. They are true friends. I should have composed myself and should have accepted my inability to get started. However, I could not stop defending myself to him, because I know deep inside that he is absolutely right: I am afraid of starting to write. I very much love writing – I always write long letters to my friends and constantly write my own thoughts, but alas, whenever I try to write my book, I suddenly become paralyzed: I just cannot write anything. I didn’t want to acknowledge to my friends that I cannot write. This is my weakness. They are my true friends, so I should show them my weakness as well, but if the thing concerns writing, I refuse to show my inability to write to anyone even if they are my best friends. Because if I admit, all my strength, belief, and faith will be gone. Perhaps, I still cannot believe in myself fully; therefore, I defend myself obstinately whenever being asked about the progress of my book. I know that I have to use the worthy circumstances fully to start writing something; however, I am paralyzed. I am not able to write. And I am not ready to admit my weakness to even my best friends.

My Heart Is in the Right Place

Gerardo and I are coming from Antara Polanco, where we watched a movie because we can watch movies cheaply every Wednesday there. He is driving the car and suddenly asking me, “Have you done your mission?”

“What kind of mission? Do I have a new mission?”

“Of course, man! You have a very important mission. You have to ask Andrea out to obtain some information. I want to know what she likes because I’m planning to buy a Christmas present for her. And I want to go out with her again, man!”

I am laughing, “Again, idiot! I’ve been out with her and gotten some information for you a couple of times already; I have asked her out three times past two weeks. We went out together two times, but you didn’t make any move, idiot! What else do you want from me? If you like her so much as you said, why don’t you ask her out by yourself? My mission is over!”

“What? Son of bitch! I let you stay at my apartment free; I’m feeding you. You want me to throw your mattress out from the window? Do you want to sleep on the street tonight? Ha-ha-ha…. I’m asking you a favor, man. Just ask her out again and go somewhere together to get more information. Tell her about my good things – tell her how pure I am. Tell her that I’ve never cheated on any women in my whole life, because she thinks I always change girls and have never fallen in love with anyone sincerely. No, my friend, tell her about Maria – tell her how I was passionately in love with her and how faithful I was. You know about all my love affairs. Just let her know I am a good person. Tell her I’m very pure, and my heart is in the right place.”

“Ha-ha-ha, idiot! Okay, I’ll do it again. I’ll obtain more information from her and try to tell her about your pure side as you wish, ha-ha-ha…. But I don’t get it; why don’t you ask her out by yourself, my friend? You’d better make your move before it’s too late. I’ve already told you that she likes you and wants to do something with you. What are you waiting for? It’s easy for me to ask her out and go out with you together, we three of us. But why don’t you go out with her without me? Why do I have to go with you all the time? Don’t be pussy, man. You just have to go out with her alone and make a move – that’s all, man!”

“Shut up, man! I am very slow. I have a plan. I’m just following my strategy. I want to give her a Christmas present; that will be my first move, my friend. Therefore, I need you to go somewhere with her to obtain some clues of what she likes. I need some ideas for the present. Understood, Shogo? And I don’t know how you always do it, but she thinks you are very pure and a good person, so she somehow trusts you. Consequently, if you tell her about my pure personality, she’ll believe everything, that I am perfectly sure of, my friend. You have the ability of making women believe you are very pure, son of bitch!”

“Ha-ha-ha, of course, I am very pure as John the baptizer. It’s the fact, my friend. Anyway, I’ll do what you’ve asked for.”

“Thanks, my friend. But, Shogo, you are not pure. I still can’t believe how you could say that. You are crude son of bitch, I know you, man. How about Elaine, man! I can’t believe you are in love with her. I know she is very beautiful, funny, and a nice person, but she is a whore to boot. How can you let yourself in love with a whore? Are you crazy? Why Shogo? Tell me why on earth you’re choosing her over Mexican vaginas? I know some of them are in love with you and want to do something. Why Elaine?”

“Watch out your foul mouth, man! She is very nice – I always have a good time when I see her. Right now I don’t want to have a girlfriend, as you know, because of my mission as a writer. I want to concentrate on writing. I don’t need any distraction.”

He lights a cigarette and says, “Shogo, I know you don’t want to have any girlfriends right now, but how about Elaine? Here are your exact words: ‘I don’t want to fall in love with any women and don’t want have any girlfriends.’ But you are in love with her.”

Pause.

“That’s the different matter totally, my friend. I am in love with her, but not the ordinary way if you understand what I’m talking about. I am in love with her spiritually. I understand the spirit of a whore. She is my sweetheart; she is not my girlfriend. That’s the huge difference, Gerardo.”

“Ha-ha-ha, maybe, maybe, if you say so.”