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always effective.
    â€œThank you for the compliment, but I have just gotten out of a difficult year-long relationship. I need time. I think I wouldn’t feel at ease if we went to bed together tonight.”
    â€œYes, I completely understand, but believe me, I would do everything to make you feel comfortable. I like you. I like the way you move, your lightness, and I feel you like me too. Why not take this night to enjoy each other as a gift?
    Maybe he was right. I should let myself go. I was a woman in my thirties, not a kid, and I lived in a big city: what kept me from having some healthy sex with a nice guy I just met? Why not?
    â€œUhmm… we could…”
    â€œFantastic!” he said, embracing me and kissing on the neck, “also because I’m not sure when I will have another night of freedom.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œMy wife is on vacation with the kids at my in-laws’ house on the lake. An entire night for myself doesn’t happen often – believe me!”
    He had a wife. And here he was messing around Milan, shameless, looking for
Miss Goodbar
!
    â€œOh – so you are married?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œAnd your wedding ring?”
    â€œAh… I took it off to play tennis. I must had left it in my bag… It’s not a problem, right?”
    He talked as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Of course it was a problem! Why couldn’t I find a man available for me and
only
for me? The man I had almost married betrayed me with a fat
whale
! And then the man I loved preferred a younger blonde skinny girl to me. Now, my first prospective lover in Milan was married with children. I was tired of always being the woman filling in the cracks. I was tired of being the second choice, the woman of last resort. I wanted to be number one!
    â€œIn fact,” I said slowly, pulling myself away from him, “it
is
a problem, a big problem. What made you think that I wanted to start a relationship with a married man?”
    â€œA
relationship
! Hey, wait a minute… What made
you
think that I was interested in a relationship? You are a pretty woman and I enjoyed my time with you… That’s all! I only wanted to have a fun night with you…”
    I was disgusted. Yes, men are all assholes. The bitch Valentina was absolutely right. I just wanted to go home. Alone.
    â€œRather than having
a fun night
with you, I would prefer sitting on my couch waiting for the menopause! Look for somebody else. Goodnight!”
    â€œI didn’t think you were so prudish, especially at your age!”
    Ok, just because a single woman is thirty something should she stop being selective? Shouldn’t she grab every chance? So, do I have to sleep with all the men in Milan, married or not? Fuck! I looked at him, outraged, and headed home. It was incredible how many morons there were in Milan.
    After a few seconds, I heard his sarcastic, “Goodbye Rebecca!”
    As soon as I got home, I took off my Chanel shoes and threw myself on the sofa. I was furious!
    I wondered if the dentist’s wife ever used sweet and passionate words with him, like those in Etienne’s letter. Well, she didn’t have great luck with a husband like that! I drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my face and went to bed. At least tomorrow morning I would have something interesting to tell my two friends.
    The next day I arrived at the office with a horrible hangover. I had tried to feel better by drinking litres and litres of coffee, but it didn’t work. When I checked my computer, I immediately found an e-mail from Emma asking in a funny tone how my romantic adventure had ended. I quickly answered her, and her reaction was only one word:
bastard
!
    I was happy to see she agreed with me. After all, maybe I wasn’t such a prude!
    Valentina came over to my desk to hand me some documents. I yawned. She stared at me and said, “Is Her Majesty with us today or is