My last attempt was Carlos. That’s when I realized I really was hopeless.
I met Carlos in high school. We were both finishing school. He was one of those really popular guys with tons of friends, both guys and girls. I was quieter, kept to myself, and had a few friends, but I wasn’t anything like him.
There was no way he’d notice me... but he did.
He started bothering me and did everything he could to become my friend. Using the excuse that one of his friends really wanted to meet me, he managed to win me over.
The girls at school got really mad at me. I was afraid the same thing that had happened in first grade would happen again, but I think that by then, I was already starting to like him.
Until one day, he asked me for a kiss.
And it was really good.
Before long, we were dating, and everything happened so fast. When we turned twenty, we decided to move in together. We both worked and split the household expenses.
For the first two years, everything was perfect.
Until he started going out alone and quit working because he wanted to focus only on his college studies. I was in college too, but he asked me to support him, saying that once he graduated, he’d do the same for me.
I asked for some time to think and decided I would do what he asked.
But on the day I was going to give him my answer, I got home early and sensed that something was different.
I heard the radio playing a song I knew. It was the same one he used to play for me.
I opened the door slowly, without making a sound. Even if I had, he wouldn’t have noticed.
I heard moans and familiar voices coming from our bedroom.
So I threw the door open...
Carlos was there, completely naked, with Júlio and Júnior, two brothers who were his best friends. According to him, they were the perfect duo, always stuck together. But I never imagined just how stuck together they were.
“I can explain!” he said, hurriedly trying to pull on his shorts, as if he could still salvage some of his dignity.
I just stood there in shock.
The other two ran off as if they’d stolen something and the police had just arrived.
But the worst thing I heard was:
“At least I didn’t cheat on you with a woman. We were just seeing what it was like! I’m not gay. You’re not going to tell anyone, okay?”
Right then and there, I threw Carlos out of the house and tossed all his things out the window.
And as if that weren’t enough, I shouted loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear:
“Now you can do that with your friends somewhere else, you disgusting pig!”
He was so embarrassed and so afraid his parents would find out that he never even came back for the rest of his things.