A world full of strangers

“Lay your head on my pillow
I sit beside you on the bed
Don’t you think its time we say
Some things we haven’t said
It ain’t too late to get back to that place
Back to where, we thought it was before
Why don’t you look at me
Till we ain’t strangers anymore…”

(Bon Jovi-“Till we ain’t strangers anymore”)

-…and i kept calling him Jack…so, he stopped and looked at me and said something like that: c’est Pasqual, ma cherie…and what do you think i said to him? i said: if i say it’s Jack, you better not argue with me, understand, Jack?…you should have seen his face, Aly…

Tess was joyful and kept talking about that guy…Pasqual (or Jack?) that she met the other night…one night stand…she was laughing so hard that a few people turned their heads to see her. She was calling me to invite me to breakfast.

-And he just accepted? How can you do it, Tessa? i asked laughing…

-Years of practice, my dear Aly…but tell me about you…i’m already bored of Jack…so…he really proposed you…

-He had this fantasy about…

-…about you being the sweet wife cooking and cleaning all day…and with a few fat kids and a lazy husband…hope you didn’t think twice about that…

-It sounded romantic…but no…

-I used to have sex with that mexican guy who cleaned our pool…but i never thought about marrying him…

-Tessa, i interrupted her, you never told me why you and Jason divorced…

Right in that moment, someone came close to our table. I recognized that voice from a million…

-Hi, Alicia.

It was Liz…i imagined that moment for so long…and now i just was unable to speak. Tess broke the silence:

-Well, well, well, look who’s here…the whore of Monte Carlo…sweetheart, the second hand mans are somewhere else…go there, will you?

-Theresa…she said looking at Tess…the same bullying like in school…you never grew up…

-Oh, you sweet little victim…bullied in school…that’s why you steal husbands?

-Alicia, said Liz, keep your dog in the leash…or should i call her bitch? And be careful, she bites…

-Call me bitch one more time and i’ll make you my bitch…Tess was now standing, her face betrayed anger…

-Tessa, let’s go from here…i don’t like this place anymore…

As we were leaving, i started thinking about Tess…i never saw her like that before…and the way she was speaking…

-You asked about my divorce…she said calmly, i don’t know if it’s a good idea to talk about that with you…

-Why? I won’t judge…how could i judge…

-You told me once about Second Life…that you have met there a few members of BDSM community…

I was confused…what Second Life and that community has to do with her…but i tried to respond:

-Well, yes…i kinda made fun of their choices, but then i felt sorry…they were talking strange…

-Aly, why did you made fun? You joke about gay people too? Or about people with another orientation too? You were judgmental and closed-minded…

-I reallised i was wrong…i don’t really wanna judge anybody…but why do we think about them, Tess? What does that have to do with you and Jason?

-Did you ever thought that maybe you feel attracted to this kind of practices? After all, you said yourself about Tony…he’s a little dominant in bed, right? and you enjoy that…just think about…

In my mind i was determined that i have nothing to do with that…still…i was beginning to ask myself  if Tess…i mean…her behavior…

I saw Peter…for the first time in the last week i was happy to see him…i introduced him to Tess…searching very careful for a sign that she may be…

And i knew then that i don’t really know her…like i didn’t knew Liz or Peter, after all…i knew, with all the sadness in my heart, that i find easier to trust and talk to strangers from Second Life…a lot easier to even care for that strangers…

Am i a stranger too? I know myself enough to trust in my choices? And witch world is safer for me: the real or the virtual one?

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