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Longhorn85
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I spent a week in Norway two weeks ago for work. When I checked into my hotel late Sunday, I was stunned by the night shift receptionist. She was extremely attractive, Romanian, with dark hair and green eyes. I joked with her because she stuck me on the 13th floor.
On Tuesday night I woke up around midnight and went downstairs to the lobby computer to do my taxes on the internet. She was down there and she hung out with me and talked until morning. We met like this every night the rest of the week, just talking about everything. She had broken up with her boyfriend months prior. We were drawn to each other, and said as much. I told her I was married and we were happy to be just friends.
One of my army colleagues who I have known for years works in that Norwegian town. We have a lot in common, but he is single. He does well financially, drives a new BMW and has no problem with women, in fact, he is a playboy. I arranged for the two of them to meet. When I left I encouraged him to call her because I thought they would be a good match. My wife and I and the two of them could be friends for years, I thought.
Back in Portugal, I kept in touch with both of them. She tells me everything, and so does he. They both let me know that they met for coffee two days after I left. Less than one week later, he took her to his place and they had sex.
When she told me, I was shocked. I figured they would eventually hook up, but not like that. He didn't even buy her dinner. I felt like someone had wronged my sister. The thing is, she says she doesn’t like the guy now.
He told me she is not returning his calls and has let him know that is was a mistake and that it is over.
She now tells me that it is me that she wanted and being with my friend was kind of a way of being with me. We are still friends but I regret introducing them. I feel like she was basically handed to him on a silver platter.
Weird, I know. Mrs. Longhorn says it is my fault for trying to live vicariously through my friend and helping a player to be a player.
On Tuesday night I woke up around midnight and went downstairs to the lobby computer to do my taxes on the internet. She was down there and she hung out with me and talked until morning. We met like this every night the rest of the week, just talking about everything. She had broken up with her boyfriend months prior. We were drawn to each other, and said as much. I told her I was married and we were happy to be just friends.
One of my army colleagues who I have known for years works in that Norwegian town. We have a lot in common, but he is single. He does well financially, drives a new BMW and has no problem with women, in fact, he is a playboy. I arranged for the two of them to meet. When I left I encouraged him to call her because I thought they would be a good match. My wife and I and the two of them could be friends for years, I thought.
Back in Portugal, I kept in touch with both of them. She tells me everything, and so does he. They both let me know that they met for coffee two days after I left. Less than one week later, he took her to his place and they had sex.
When she told me, I was shocked. I figured they would eventually hook up, but not like that. He didn't even buy her dinner. I felt like someone had wronged my sister. The thing is, she says she doesn’t like the guy now.
He told me she is not returning his calls and has let him know that is was a mistake and that it is over.
She now tells me that it is me that she wanted and being with my friend was kind of a way of being with me. We are still friends but I regret introducing them. I feel like she was basically handed to him on a silver platter.
Weird, I know. Mrs. Longhorn says it is my fault for trying to live vicariously through my friend and helping a player to be a player.
