Cream, Chocolate Syrup… and Nothing Else

I met Lola and Albert this afternoon for a quick beer (a little one). I ending up having two quick little ones. Lola told an embarrassing story about herself and when I jokingly said I would share the story on my blog, she told me I could. That surprised me. But then Lola explained that she had simply been embarrassed, not ashamed.

Lola is carrying on a long-distance casual romance. I’ll just call him “The Flame.” Anyway, while sitting at home the other evening, Lola and The Flame were exchanging text messages. He got a little frisky. At one point, he told her what he was wearing (unfortunately, she didn’t share that info with us) and asked her what she had on. The conversation took place in Spanish, but I’ve saved you the trouble of translating.

Lola told The Flame she was wearing, “a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.”

“Anything else?” he asked.

“Tight black leggings,” she responded.

Then she added, “And I’m covered in cream and chocolate syrup.” She again hit SEND.

Somehow that last message didn’t go back to The Flame. Somehow it went instead to Lola’s 16-year-old son’s 29-year-old private tutor.

ALBERT WITH THE ALLURING AND UNAPOLOGETIC LOLA.

Lola’s heart rose to her throat. She immediately texted the tutor and simply said, “Sorry. Obviously that wasn’t intended for you. My apologies.”

The 29-year-old private tutor immediately texted back, “No problem.”

The next night was the tutor’s night to come to the house. Lola was in the main salon when he arrived. She didn’t look up from her seat and simply mumbled that her son was upstairs. The tutor headed up without an embarrassing scene. Lola was greatly relieved, but couldn’t wait until he left the house.

About an hour later, he came back downstairs. Lola busied herself in the salon hoping he would simply let himself out. But he entered the room and said, “I have a gift for you.”

“Oh God,” she thought, “What could this be?”

He handed her a small bag. She took it timidly and peered inside. It was a container of cream. “Have a good night,” he laughed as he saw himself out.

 I TOLD THE STORY TO DUDO WHEN I GOT HOME.
UNLIKE LOLA, HE WAS MORTIFIED.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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