The One-Night Stand

A story between a boy and a girl who met in a bar. The original version, in Portuguese, is below.

It was not yet midnight when one of the most beautiful women anyone had ever seen enters through the doors of that bar. This woman with her hazel hair, lit up by the psychedelic lights of that bar, and eyes the color of… (the distance between the two was too much for him to see the color of her eyes, but later he saw they were green). This woman stopped just inside the door and looked around, probably looking for her friends. However, she started walking over to a guy sitting at the counter and drinking a beer. This guy was alone, drinking, as he liked to go somewhere busy at least once a week so he wouldn’t feel lonely.

She started talking to him; they started drinking; they bought each other drinks, until they got up and left that bar. He was far from home, and a little touched by alcohol to drive, so he would get in his car, close the doors, open the windows a little, lay down his seat, and sleep for a while, until he was able to drive, until home.

When, from the woman’s mouth comes an invitation, the kind of invitation that all men crave whenever they’re getting ready to go out and have a drink in a bar, but not that guy, no, he didn’t crave anything, he just wanted to feel a little less lonely, that’s why, at least once per week, he was found in a bar, but that night, he was rewarded.

The next morning, the woman was the first to wake up while he was still sleeping, and she noticed she had received a message. When she picked up her cell phone, she read a message from her colleague with whom she shared the apartment they were, who had arrived from his parents’ house, where she had spent the weekend. The woman had replied in the affirmative, and also said that she had picked up a man at the bar and that he was still in the apartment.

Her housemate congratulated her and asked her to describe the man who had hooked up, and what the sex had been like, while she walked for 30 minutes from the bus station to the apartment.

The woman had said that she had never had sex as good as that and that she had chosen that man because he was alone drinking, so she joined him. He didn’t make the first move or tried to wind her up to have a place to spend the night, so, as they talked, she found out he wasn’t from that town, and that he was smart and ambitious.

She found out that he was an artist; he found out that she had given up on being an artist because she was tired every time she left her job in a hospital reception, so he advised her to go back to being an artist again, it may be hard, but it will pay off not giving up on our dreams.

The housemate, who was still 15 minutes away on foot, asked her to describe him physically, so, the woman said he was tall, not thin or fat, although he had a bit of a belly, but he didn’t care; He had hair down to his shoulders, brown eyes and, because of the way he dressed, or the car he was driving, he wasn't a show-off. He was a practical person.

With this description, the colleague asked her if she would send her a photograph, to see what this man looked like that her housemate had so magnificently described.

The woman, carefully so that he wouldn’t wake up, lifts the cell phone in the air, face to face with the man, and takes the photograph, and then sent the photo to the housemate.

The housemate, upon seeing the photograph, sends the following response: - It’s my ex-boyfriend!

After reading her colleague’s response, not too hard but enough to wake him up, the woman slaps the man and tells him he was her housemate’s ex-boyfriend, and he had to leave the apartment because she would arrive at any moment.

Versão Portuguesa.

Ainda não era meia-noite quando por entre as portas daquele bar entra uma das mulheres mais bonitas que alguém alguma vez já vira. Esta mulher com os seus cabelos cor de avelã, iluminados com as luzes psicadélicas daquele bar, e olhos cor de…(a distância entre os dois era demasiado para que ele conseguisse ver a cor dos seus olhos, porém, mais tarde, viu que eram verdes). Esta mulher parou mal trespassou a porta e olhou à sua volta, provavelmente à procura de suas amigas, contudo, começou a caminhar até a um sujeito do sexo masculino sentado ao balcão, e a beber uma cerveja. Este sujeito estava sozinho, a beber, pois gostava de pelo menos uma vez por semana, ir para algum lugar movimentado, para que não se sentisse só.

Ela começara a conversar com ele, começaram a beber, pagavam bebidas um ao outro, até que se levantaram e saíram daquele bar. Ele estava longe de casa, e um pouco tocado pelo álcool para conduzir, por isso ia entrar na sua viatura, fechar as portas, abrir um pouco as janelas, deitar o seu banco, e dormir um pouco, até que tivesse em condições de conduzir até casa. Até que, da boca da mulher surge um convite, o tipo de convite que todos os homens anseiam receber sempre que se estão a preparar para sair de casa e beber num bar, mas não aquele sujeito, não, ele não ansiava por nada, só queria sentir-se pouco só, mas nessa noite foi recompensado.

Na manhã seguinte, a mulher foi a primeira a acordar, enquanto ele ainda dormia, e notou que tinha recebido uma mensagem. Ao pegar no seu telemóvel, lera a mensagem da sua colega com quem partilhava a casa, que havia chegado de casa dos seus pais, onde havia passado o fim-de-semana. A mulher respondera afirmativamente, e também disse que tinha engatado um homem no bar.

A colega de casa congratulou-a, e pediu-lhe que lhe descrevesse o tal homem que tinha engatado, e como fora o sexo. A mulher dissera que nunca tinha tido um sexo tão bom como aquele, e que escolhera aquele homem porque estava sozinho a beber, por isso juntou-se a ele, conversavam, ela descobriu que ele não era daquela cidade, e que ele era inteligente, e ambicioso. Ela descobriu que ele era um artista, ele descobriu que ela tinha desistido de ser uma artista, e que trabalhar na receção de um hospital. Ele aconselhou-a a voltar a ser uma artista novamente, pode dar trabalho, mas irá compensar não desistir dos nossos sonhos.

A colega de casa, que ainda estava a 15 minutos de distância a pé, pediu-lhe que lhe descrevesse fisicamente, a mulher disse que ele era alto, não era magro nem gordo, se bem que tinha um pouco de barriga, mas que não lhe fazia mal, tinha o cabelo até aos ombros, olhos castanhos e, pela forma como se vestia, ou pelo carro que conduzia, não queria saber que imagem passava a quem não conhecia, não tinha nada a mostrar, era uma pessoa prática. Com esta descrição, a colega pediu-lhe, se lhe enviava uma fotografia, para ver como era esse homem que a sua colega de casa havia descrevido tão magnificamente.

A mulher, cuidadosamente, para que ele não acordasse, ergue o telemóvel no ar, frente a frente à face do homem, e tirou a fotografia, enviado de seguida. A colega de casa, ao ver a fotografia, envia a seguinte resposta… - É o meu ex-namorado!

Depois de ler a resposta da sua colega, não com muita força, mas a suficiente para o acordar em sobressalto, a mulher dá uma estalada ao homem, e disse-lhe que ele era o ex-namorado da sua colega de casa.