Roberto Valdivia

But today everything had been different. He noticed it just it handed over the door and saw a woman sitting at the bar. Pretty woman, by true; nearly forty, hair long and straight falling on your back, firm thighs under the tight dress, breasts that may have belonged to the top of one of those magazines that decorated the walls of the kiosk of newspapers, and that he looked timidly at the pass, but never bought. The truth is that after awhile he had lifted the view from your table and he had found with that smile and that look that it deafened. It had fallen head immediately, at the same time feeling panic and shame for his lack of composure. It took a few minutes to go back to look at her, this time on the vessel and with dissimulation; There were no doubts, the woman followed him smiling. It would have liked to Roberto Valdivia currently have a friend who encouraged it, or the courage to stand up and invite her for a drink, or power, at least, be invisible. I felt stupid and nervous, had long that his routine had numbed the feeling of insecurity and pathos that now so crippling.

He hated the situation it was in, he hated women, and hated if same. He felt as the shirt is soaked under the SAC and they trembled as his hands. However, almost while yours, he breathed deep and stood up, attempted a smile that had practiced a thousand times before the bathroom mirror while it trimmers, and walked towards the bar, flooded by the excitement and the challenge of something new, something that occurred long before. Half way he tripped over a Chair. It was an almost imperceptible tropezon, that even made him lose balance. They have the few patrons who were in the place that Roberto Valdivia paled and stopped their March, immobilized in a moment that probably lasted an eternity. Without saying a Word, and with the smile turned into a grotesque grimace, but still present in his face, turned toward the door and disappeared into the night. The police found him a week later, he had been dead over four days. Lying in his bed, next to a bottle and a half empty bottle of pills, wore an impeccable Navy blue suit, tie the tone and white shirt.