When Sophie meets Arthur, it was soon noticed that he hates additions. The problem is that it is not very generous either in their private life ...
I should have known better when he showed up at my house with a half-bottle of wine for our first dinner. At the time, I was touched by the wisdom of his actions. "A gentleman does not think that booze," was I said, the silly smile. At that moment, I had no idea that her pretty face hid a Scrooge power. I could only see his gray eyes and his comic massive hands like a promise. Since my divorce, I collected flirtations. Six years in the galleys plans it was a lot. At 35, I aspired to a story that takes me, but that lasts. I was beginning to believe since I went out with Arthur. Between us, it fitted perfectly. Complicity was immediate. Like the attraction, magnetic. And for once, I did not fall on a depressive loser, my specialty. He had a concrete job (lawyer), conversation and a good world to him. He led his life. Work, family, worries, he seemed to manage everything with a very reassuring permanent decline. And still that smile ... Nothing was serious with him, everything seemed easy. Finally, a good guy that I was going to rest. I do not know if it's my indomitable desire that made me fall in love so indulgent. Anyway, at that first dinner, I who was expecting a sensory climax one to climb the walls from the drink, I was slightly disappointed by the lukewarm kiss he gave me before my Intercom. But far from my nerves, I concluded that my beautiful Arthur was to be a bit shy displayed despite his assurance. That did not stop him to ask me, before leaving him to order a taxi with "my" subscription, for he was "zapped his club business code". A little inconsiderate, query, but "yes, of course", anyway, I'd give the moon. I would soon discover that Arthur "flicking through" things often. Our offices are neighbors, we would meet regularly for a quick coffee. Almost always, it had lost its Blue card or forgotten his wallet. "Sorry, I zapped! "Let go of it every time. As a result, I paid everything.
Perhaps had he needs time before trusting and letting go his biffetons
When a little voice whispered to me that he did it on purpose, I thought it was impossible, as it had to win ten thousand times the price of a coffee. Without doubt he was too busy to think about it, that's all. For me the money, it was going, it came ... I did not threw out the windows, but I liked to spoil me like the others. That's why I was a bit miffed that it also zaps my birthday. I certainly do not expect a Tiffany & Co. necklace, a rose would have been enough for me. But no, nothing. Oh yes, sorry, he "invited me" to the restaurant. Finally, so to speak. Because we did not have the same conception of the word "invite". In fact, he just took the wine to his office, before splitting the bill. I was green, but I still arrived at this point, finding him an apology. Perhaps had he needs time before trusting and letting go his biffetons. After all, for two months, we were just flirting ... I must say that Arthur grew very slowly in its approaches, which baffled me too. As if he took pleasure in the reservoir. Quite the opposite of me that needed to feel the other, his skin texture, warmth ...
Each time a bill came, it was necessary to divide
I handed him regularly poles to speed things up. One day he grabbed one. Obviously, he came home empty-handed. I have not raised, more concerned about the urge to devour a whole. The next day, in bed, in the morning, something nagging me. It was not bad, but ... I found him cold and quite stingy with hugs. Actually, I had not taken my foot and it did not seem to ask her problem. I was reassured me by telling me that it was rarely "wow" the first time. He too did not seem to worry, the more eager to tax me some pieces to fetch the croissants that give cover. We ended up seeing every day. Our growing near soothed me, healed me from the loneliness that had so weighed myself. I had the feeling of being on the same wavelength as him. Except in bed, where he was not generous, but after all, I was not looking for a sex story. And except when it came to money. Each time a bill came, it was necessary to divide it. The irony is that I was so embarrassed when he made his cinema with his calculations that I would rather pay the full.
When it came to pay, he became livid
I can not tell you the state of my bank account ... "Stop being old-fashioned, he wants to share is gender equality, my daughter," I repeated myself to calm down. Sometimes I feel guilty thinking that it was developing a mean machinery to shirk. But I had good reason with me, it was a fact when it came to pay, he became livid. At the supermarket, he brushed the attack at checkout. Moreover, he often found a way to slip away to see - like so! - Flat screens. He was talking about all the products that I put in my basket. The day I refused to purchase, on his advice, a steak promo almost expired, it exploded. "I'm thrifty, he bellowed in the refrigerated section. I have nothing to do if you spend your money anyhow. "It made me jump," But you do not spending anything! No dinner! Not a gift! Your clothes are threadbare! What you do with all your money? "He called me a" spoiled child. " Easy insult from the only son of a wealthy bourgeois family. He undertook reconciliation on the pillow, or more precisely, between my thighs. Very surprising move coming from him. But so tasty that I was ready to let bygones be bygones. Until it stops (too) quickly, saying: "To you now. "" Huh? "I told him speechless and frustrated. "Well, to you! "He said with a naughty look pointing to the bazaar. Pleasure, according to Arthur, so it was the "give and take". Stinginess also invited in our bed I began to see a different view, but I want to believe it yet, do not despair of changing it. Saturday, surprise, he offered me a gift: a beautiful black chiffon. I was in heaven. Until he told me to wear the cocktail of the box. A bitter feeling showered my enthusiasm: this dress was to enhance the him ... He was therefore not free? I did not know what to think. A weekend, it was rendered to a garage sale. We had to take a piece of highway to avoid traffic jams. "I pay the toll," he threw me in either "I played great lord." But can not open Zip his bag containing his money. That was the trigger. I thought about all the times Arthur shrunk away an addition. To all those nights when my pleasure had counted only half. Where he was saving his gestures and caresses, while I do not save my own efforts to satisfy it. It took me eleven months, but it came out as a cry from the heart: "You're a cheapskate! "I yelled out of the car. I preferred to return to stop than stay a second longer with this type skimpy. Before leaving, I took a € 10 note in my seat and slammed the door, I shouted: "Buy yourself a closure! »
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