The last week of January is the birthday of one of my best friends, Sandra, with whom I take dance classes. She and her parents have a country house on the outskirts of Murcia, and in previous years we'd celebrated her birthday there. We'd grab the keys, alcohol, food, some cards… and have a fun day from lunchtime until well into the night. This year was going to be a little different, since in addition to my group of friends (there are about six of us, names aren't important), a group of guys who were friends of Sandra's boyfriend were also going. It was the first year Sandra had a more "serious" boyfriend, aside from the typical teenage flings. Sandra was turning 19, and like the others, she was already at university, while I was finishing my last year of high school, which I had to repeat (2019-2020 school year). So, about 13 of us got together at the country house. A group of seven guys we barely knew (except for Sandra's boyfriend) and six of us. It's normal that at this age, pheromones are running high; the first comments about which guys they liked were already starting to surface, along with flirty glances, and it was only aperitif time before lunch. In my case, all of this is pretty irrelevant. I was happy thanks to the services I offer and didn't have that "need" to be with a guy all the time, unlike my friends, who always seem to want to.
The music was blasting, and the beer was flowing freely along with the fries. The air smelled of cigarettes just before lunch.
During one of those moments when I was looking at Instagram while smoking, sitting in a chair, a guy approached me and started asking me things related to school, saying my face seemed familiar from seeing me somewhere, asking if I was friends with so-and-so, Patrick… and things like that.
Well, in the middle of the conversation, and taking advantage of the fact that we were a little away from the main groups, the guy turned his back to them and whispered to me, asking if I was still offering my services. That froze me in my tracks because, honestly, at that point (I'd been offering my services for about 4-5 months), nobody in my inner circle really knew I was doing that. It's one thing for word to get around, and another for it to be completely proven. The thing is, it really surprised me, and I figured I couldn't get indignant or angry because it would show, and I'd look weird in front of everyone.
I talked to the guy and explained how things were, the prices and all that, but that there was nothing that could be done about it. I gave him my number and told him we'd talk another day.
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