For some this might simply be indicative of the silly season, but for me its love.
I decided to to stay at the Sukhothai hotel last week as I found I was in a potentially compromising situation with a member of staff at my other and thought it better to give it a cooling off period so we could know how much we truly miss and for his job.
I did truly miss, but I also fell in love with someone else. It would be fair to say I now desperately love two wonderful people, they are my joy and passion. One is a man, tall and handsome who works at my usual hotel, the other a student like myself, nineteen, a boy not even Caravaggio could've imagined in his wildest dreams.
It all started with an innocent kiss by myself during a massage a few months ago arranged by a friend at an exclusive house in the leafy suburbs. We had the whole house and pool to ourselves. The massage suddenly took a turn into passionate love, neither of us had any control and were only too delighted I had thrown into my bag a box of large size condoms that morning. We went through all twelve. One ending up as a balloon in the pool. I realised of course I had been fixed up, a date.
After we were finished I woke up to find myself entwined with an angel looking deep into my eyes offering his full sweet lips to mine. His body perfect, with skin so flawless a smile so enchanting and eyes so full of love I melted and with a kiss on his moist bottom lip it all started over again. Though this time somewhat limited by the size of his condoms. Whatever else transpired one thing is for sure I am no longer a virgin and nor is he much to my utter amazment.
Well that was a few months ago, however last week I went back and found nothing had changed if anything we were even more eager. I still avoided my other hotel and chose the Sukhothai. But this time I realised for the very first time, and much to my astonishment that I hadn't realised before that he couldn't speak English, only to say shyly the tattoo was "washable" as it had disappeared from his perfect left cheek.
The fact that he cannot speak English might be a problem. He has learnt a few words and when he speaks them my heart erupts in joy, so perfectly and carefully are they pronounced, each short sentence spun in gold, but they are too few, too few.
I wonder has anyone had a relationship that has lasted like this. I have so much I want to tell him and he me but we just look into each others eyes and laugh instead. It could be years I suppose before we can have a proper conversation, who knows.