“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!”