It happened two weeks ago.
Helena my, for lack of a better word, “girlfriend” asked if we could meet today at lunch time in her favorite cafe in the metro. This was weird. Really weird. She often made me decide where to go, where to eat, and where we could sleep. Her suggesting a place meant something was up. Still, she was so carefree it annoyed me.
Helena was of Russian-Japanese descent, green, almond shaped eyes, thick brown eyebrows, luscious lips, ash blonde hair, around 5’9″ tall, and won the genetic lottery when it came to her hourglass figure and size-D breasts. It wasn’t just her beauty that made me garner an interest, though. She happens to be an MIT graduate who took up a degree with focus on Brain and Cognitive Science. So no, she’s not exactly a dumb blonde.
I met her last June 2015 in Coron, Palawan. She was there with her team of models and crew for a beach photoshoot and a local form of luau. I went there, by myself, because none of my friends took me seriously when I told them I’ll be booking flights to Palawan six months back.
To keep it short, she knocked violently on my room at 3:00 AM thinking it was her and her room mates’. She was obviously drunk with her face all red like a tomato’s and her body looking like it got a serious case of the rashes (she was in a red two-piece swimsuit) and screamed at my face, telling me this was her room and if I didn’t let her in she’d sue me for millions.
“Millions! I tell you! MILLIONS!” were her exact words. She had that Russian-English dialect going on with her. A bit thick and deep but clear. She pronounced them loud enough for you to hear them echo across the long expanse of the hotel’s corridors.
I didn’t want to make a scene so I just grabbed her. I checked if anyone saw us and when the coast was clear, I shut the door, locked it, and confronted the beautiful lady who just screamed at me. (more…)