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Kerstin Drucker

by Kerstin Drucker

Story

I still owe you one important detail. There was a special reason why I wanted to get to Mexico City as quickly as possible. A Dutchman called Rob was already waiting there for me. You remember? The promised romance that began with my hitch hike in Costa Rica? The driver Lotte played a major role in this. So let’s travel back in time a bit.  

That particular evening, the strange girl and I were having great fun on the bike. We talked about God and the world and when she dropped me off in front of my accommodation, we promptly exchanged numbers. Her first message reached me, as luck would have it, the very next day, directly after my impactful conversation with the Swede. Lotte invited me to have lunch with her and some friends. I skimmed over the lines, completely exasperated and without energy. So you can imagine what my initial reaction was. Deep down, however, I felt that it was important to be there. So I quickly took a cold shower, winked at myself in the mirror an replied: 

OK. I am in! 

Shortly afterwards, I was already sitting with Lotte and one of her friends who we picked up along the way, on her rickety motorcycle heading towards the beach bar. My beloved grandmother would have thrown up her hands at the sight alone. And as if the whole thing wasn’t dangerous enough, the road consisted mainly of potholes and the guy behind me had to hold my legs up the whole time as I had nowhere to put them. Well … that was my first interaction with Rob. Not very romantic, I know. But still a nice symbol for everything that followed.  

Was it love at first sight? Definitely not. My mind was somewhere else that day anyway. In addition, I found an Englishman way more exciting. But I liked the fact that Rob kept asking questions and seemed interested in me. Without planning it, as a group we spent the rest of the day together and spontaneously ended up at a bull festival in the next small town. That was where Rob took our first selfie. A funny picture that he later sent me on Instagram. The perfect hook for a conversation.
Happily, I fell into bed that night. I wasn’t as obnoxious as I had recently thought after all. For the next two weeks, Rob and I spent a lot of time together. A special kind of friendship developed. At least that was my opinion. In his presence, I felt completely myself. We joked around, had deep conversations and enjoyed the moment. But when he kissed me on the last evening before I left for Mexico, I was overwhelmed. How much I would have loved to just have passionate sex with him and label the whole thing a vacation romance. But I could not. And so we had a strange last conversation before we went our separate ways.

Long story short. This person was now waiting for me in the big city. Was I nervous before the reunion? For sure. But all the tension disappeared when I looked into his eyes a little later and he pressed me tightly against his chest.


© Kerstin Drucker 2024-07-11

Genres
Travel
Moods
Emotional