life unexamined

a tale of love, lust, deception and perfection

07/04/2013



the perks of running a teensy weensy hotel – sounds much better than calling it what it is: a teensy weensy b&b – is that very often you have very interesting people staying with you. currently, the VIP is a male model. obviously not a very famous male model, for why else would he be staying in my teensy weensy hotel. but let me tell you, even not particularly famous male models can be something to drool over. judging by his biceps, his abs had to be phenomenal. which I just confirmed when googling and ogling his agency portfolio.

to not embarrass him – who am I kidding – to not embarrass myself, lusting after a guy who could be my great-grandson, there won’t be any names or faces. there will only be this:




are you jealous? wanna come over?

he, let’s call him Heathcliff for now – the similarities to the tortured romantic hero of the same name will become apparent shortly – has been lovely. brought me cake. confessed his sins. told me the story of his life. thereby contradicting and confirming every male model stereotype there is.

Heathcliff cheated on his girlfriend. let’s call her Christabel to stay in the realm of literature rather than pulp fiction.

Heathcliff cheated on his girlfriend. Heathcliff comes all the way to London to win her back. Petra, selflessly, hopes to get a chance to comfort him when he fails. because he will fail.

you don’t cheat on your girlfriend. not even when you’re a male model with striking similarities to Michelangelo’s David. you don’t! has modelling and travelling the world and being surrounded by the dim prim slim and beautiful taught you nothing? you do not cheat! not once. not twice. and definitely not for a year and a half! just one kiss and a few emails, you say… let me tell you. eighteen months of emails is worse than a one nightstand. much worse!

but you know what? even though I very much disapprove of your actions, being old enough to be your great-grandmother and all, I’m still more than happy to keep you company when the reality of your loss sinks in. to get drunk with you. and to… you know… get naked with you. your room. my room. up to you. I’m nothing but flexible. in every sense of the word.

to be continued…



18 comments:

  1. :D i will be sitting right here, waiting for the rest of the story, Petra. there's something super sweet that even spends calories, you lead a healthy healthy life, i'm proud, my dear! :D

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    1. ha, yes, very healthy indeed :) xxo

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  2. Jealous...yes, indeed. Yum! I wish you all the best in getting to console him after his failure. Have fun!!! xoxo

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    1. ugh, he just brought Christabel over :(

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  3. See, maybe Christabel needs a special friend too? ... I can be flexible ... have to be considering I'm on the other side of the planet ;-)

    xx

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    1. ha, I'm the one that might need consoling. abs size seems to be indirectly proportional to brain function. which is such a shame... oh god, that's such a mean thing to say.... :)

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  4. Hehe ... I keep refreshing this page to see if there's been any developments... I guess you must be busy ustairs 'consoling'

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    1. there has, just give me some time to write it up :) xxx

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  5. He he I'm waiting for the 'to be continued' to continue:)
    Happy Monday Petra,
    Ax

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    1. oh, it will be continued. believe me :)

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  6. i wish there was a like button for the comments 'cause all i can do is laugh and think like! like!
    christabel is not the brightest, me thinks...
    imagine how would the poor things feel if they knew how many people are discusing them right now :)

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    1. I don't know if they would like it. or if they'd appreciate the artistic license :)

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  7. I love reading this drama that you get to experience and then disassociate whenever you please

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