Providential - A true story you wouldn´t believe

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Do you know that feeling, that you have to do something.....but can´t quite remember what?
This story is just that.
I remember being told to write it but I can´t remember what I was supposed to tell you. What I do know is that everything I am going to tell you really happened, even though it may unbelievable sometimes.

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Chapter 18

The One That Got Away....
She left for the same reason Dani did, as again my ego found it necessary to bring home another blond girl, that was good-looking in the eyes of the world but not at all to my taste. Again I slept in the bed I shared with someone else and again that caused the one I loved to go away.

Let me hit that ffw button to not bore you with two great, but otherwise very uneventful years. Yes, even my weird life has plenty of periods things almost seem normal. The stranger things only started picking up speed after The One That Got Away walked out on me.

Every time I would see her, and we ran into each other at least every other month, I became aware that the girl I was dating at the time did not even come close to her.

This meant that every time I saw the one that I let get away there were butterflies causing me to break up with whomever I was dating.

This went on for over a year. Until I got so sick of myself and me messing up so many hearts that I did do another ritual, a ritual in which I promised to let go of her for good.

If I would have learned my lesson the first time my life would probably have been very different. During those two years on and off with The One That Got Away, there was hardly anything that reminded me of the magical times I had with Dani. Well maybe that one visit from Cabilah, that almost ended in more than just friends again.

If that life had continued who would I have been today?

But if´s don´t matter, and maybe just maybe I was meant to be weak. Maybe it was all in the stars that I should feed my EGO? Because life with The One That Would Get Away would have been so easy, so normal, so not set aside for me.

But me, and my mate EGO had to go and destroy another relationship. The m.o. was exactly the same, also this second time started with female admiration.

Why?
Why do I need that so badly?
What did I lack as a child growing up, or even as a teen that I thrive on women being interested in me?
Even when for me it's nothing more than fun and games, I still give them what they want and risk my own more meaningful love by doing so.

Which indeed was what happened with The One That Got Away. It took me so long to see, how memories of her ruled me. Till that day I pledged to let her go.

That little ritual worked, I broke free from the spell she had on me. Which was weird as she was no witch at all, but as soon as I broke that incantation, Karma grabbed me by the balls again.

By the way, I did not use the teachings for that ritual, and I still think that she and I one day....
Nah she got away so long ago that would never happen, right?

It could not have been more than a week or two after the ritual that this little spicy chubby girl with one red strand in her dark hair showed up at the bar.

That red lure meant trouble, that much I knew. And if I had known how much trouble I might never have asked her to stay close to the bar so I could keep an eye on her.

She resembled Daniella in so many ways. She is little with a nice round belly, gorgeous wide hips, and eyes that burn right into your brain.

Later that night I got a chance to really talk to her and offer her a drink. She asked me to get her water?? Does this girl know what that means, that is like super rude.

Well, I got her water and a tequila shot. That gave me the opportunity to have a quick talk. Talking to her felt good, and looking at her even better. Definitely my type and definitely future potential. But it would not be the first time that I would meet a pretty girl that I would never see again.

And that is what it seemed like, I had almost forgotten about her till she showed up again a couple of weeks later. Stephania was not from around here, but she loved the club and made it very clear that I made the place even more enjoyable.

She was in a complicated relationship, not that I really cared, I just was mesmerized by those hips. Lucky me got her phone number that night, may it be out of sight of her friends.

We chatted a bit and agreed that there was enough attraction going on to have a real date. The place where we would meet was obvious, but we forgot to agree on a time. So she ended up being there eagerly early and me being fashionably late. Which allowed her to learn a bit more about me, also the not-so-gentleman-like stuff.

Even after she learned about my dirty little secrets by talking to some of my colleagues and one or two of my flings we had a lovely night. That was till her friends came and took her back home.

Back to her boyfriend. But not for long.

Two weeks later she rang my doorbell and I answered the door with the worst bedhead ever. But in the end, it did not even matter as we did not get out of bed that whole day.

We did not talk about that boyfriend topic at all, but secretly I was curious. What was the story there? They had been together for 6 or 7 years? They had two dogs, were living together, and still, here she was fulfilling my every desire. I truly did not get that.

Over the months that followed it got even weirder as he started to drop her off at my place. Seriously, what had happened between those two?
On the other hand, why should I care? For the first time in ages, I was dating a girl that I did not feel like dumping after I had been eye-to-eye with the one that got away.