EGZOTIC BUTTERFLY

He believed that our biggest problem was that there was almost no one in his narrower environment with whom he could discuss the almost taboo topics, which in most cases either tend to be immediately swept under the carpet or they don't really like to deal with it, because the given topic is beyond could give rise to complicated and lengthy explanations. Márton thought of calling the consumerist lady to her apartment and simply talking to her about her life, literature, or what she sees as the 21st century. the society of the 19th century by the lady in question, and after they have had a meaningful discussion, she pays the lady, who is free to leave.
This may all seem a bit bizarre, strange, and at the same time very hair-raising, but Márton liked things to happen as he had originally planned.
In the framework of an internet dating service, he came across a very nice lady with a kind face who offered erotic services and much more at a subsidized rate. Throughout his life, Márton loved to have money, as he never thoughtlessly squandered it. In any case, he chewed his decisions carefully and carefully, and decided to have a conversation with a woman of this caliber.
A romantic, candlelit dinner always seemed like a good idea, but since it was usually followed by a bed scene in 95% of the cases, he tried to change this a little. The champagne was also more of a children's champagne, because Márton couldn't stand alcohol. His paternal grandfather was a great horse breeder and an alcoholic who beat his late father when things went wrong and derailed his life.
He bought a suit and a freshly ironed shirt, but he struggled with the tie. When he looked at himself in the elongated mirror in the hall, a strange, slightly idiotic, unfortunate figure stared questioningly back at him. Like a hapless clown from some circus show. No problem! He somehow tied that freaky tie. He had heard from his father enough times throughout his life that if a grown man can't even tie a tie, then he's not a real man!
Now somehow he tied that too. One last splash of blush on her slightly ruddy, blush-prone face, and she's already partying - and partying, as they say.
It was barely three o'clock in the afternoon when the intercom rang, and an angelic woman with a fake cooing voice spoke into the receiver: "I'm the handsome boy!" I came! can i come in
- Good day! Go ahead and order! Márton opened the door. He thought, What the hell is wrong with someone you've never seen before, when they might be the same age? Who knows? We will see.
Halfheartedly, somewhat sadly, he went to open the door. When he saw his exotically dressed lady, who threw seductive, flirtatious, fiery flirtatious glances at him, and he already thought that he would have a lot of fun with this boyish-faced man, he was now pleasantly disappointed, because Márton half-heartedly handed him a medium-sized bouquet of flowers.
"I warmly welcome you to my humble home!" Please come inside and make yourself at home! - he tried to smile, but almost without exception his usual half-hearted childish smile turned out to be so clumsy.
The pretty woman was surprised at first, then a mocking, cynical grimace settled on her lips. He thought to himself: "What a cheap, childish joke I fell into!" - Then he decided that if the customer pays, then everything should be according to his wishes. And he went into the game.
"Oh!" Handsome boy! You're a very romantic guy, aren't you? - he took the beautiful bouquet from her a little condescendingly, as if he just wanted to avoid an awkward situation. "Before we start, how much money do you have?" - he threw it there with a half-shoulder, as if this was just another deal.
"Of course it is!" Do you want it now or when we're done talking?! he asked in a friendly manner.
The lady entered the apartment seductively, with small, deliberate steps, and with her critical, constantly watchful eyes - it seemed - made everything the object of her careful examination. She did not take off her stilettos, even though Márton categorically warned her:
"Excuse me... please take off your shoes, because cleanliness..."
The lady - although a little confused and gave a strange, staring look at the half-witted young man - took off her expensive-looking stilettos with great difficulty, in which she seemed to have to balance heavily if she wanted to avoid accidentally falling on her stomach.
"Okay handsome boy!" he answered in a humming voice. When he was down, the shoe literally flew over the threshold, and right next to the front door he already noticed Márton's former children's room, which now functioned as a study.
"Um!" The decor is very tasteful! If I'm not mistaken, this could be your nursery, handsome boy? - he asked the curious question, then took Márton's preserved toys in turn. The toy robots and matchbox cars lined up in military, pedantic order. In the spirit of the entire room, you could feel that immaculate order reigned here. Just no mess.
The lady held a plush Teddy bear. He began to pet her, then hugged her, and it seemed as if he had already returned in his mind to the familiar magical scene of his childhood.
"How I would have liked a teddy bear when I was a little girl!" But my mother never allowed it! He used to say that all children should grow up quickly so that there would be less trouble with them! �" his voice became shaky and veiled, and it seemed that recalling that particular memory was very painful.
"I'm very sorry..." answered the young man in a very low voice. "Would you like to order some... soft drinks?" refreshments?
"Well, if there's a little Martini or Jagermaister, I wouldn't refuse it!" - replied eyelashes fluttering.
"You are as big as you, dear old man!" - Márton already started to scold and curse himself when he turned almost everything in the apartment into a needle in order to get some alcohol, even though after the death of his parents he destroyed all the bottles.
"I'm really sorry!" I can serve you cola, fanta, hot chocolate... - he replied when he returned. Surely the pretty woman must have thought, as she then asked, what the hell?
The lady went through each room meticulously. His gaze was as important and official as an appraiser who assesses the property in the house and then prepares an accurate account in his head.
- Jesus! - his jaw dropped, when he went into the bedroom and immediately saw the huge wall-to-wall bookshelf that reached the ceiling. "Have you read all these books, kitty?"
- Yes... I majored in Hungarian history at the Faculty of Arts. I had to. Some are very interesting.
�" Correspondence of L�'rinc Szabó with Erzsébet Vétkesné Korzáti! - he read the title of the hardcover book in detail. "It's a very interesting read." What is your favorite poem by him?
- Well... there is, for example, Künbéke or The Lóci becomes a giant.
"An interesting choice..." the lady pondered for a while, then galloped her tiny steps straight into the bathroom. "Wow, this bathroom is a bit small!" I only see one shower cabin in it! If you want to bathe with me, I'm afraid you'll need a lot of space! �" the lady's voice constantly tested Márton, because he was wondering how far he could go in a cat-and-mouse game. He often played this game with his clients, even though he knew that at least they would pay more.
"Uh... well... taste... uh..." - he blushed a lot and couldn't even spit or swallow from the offered offer.
"Oh!" What a cute boy you are! How you blushed! This is a pleasant surprise! �" she gave a kiss that left a light lipstick stain on Márton's ruddy cheek. "I like guys who are very honest."
"Uh... would you like... something to eat..."
- Why not! Although it's still early, but if you want to... - she was able to change her voice in such a way that it simultaneously mesmerizes, seduces, or even heats up greedy men's hearts. He was very good at this.
"Uh... let's go to the table!" - luckily he didn't leave anything to chance. He pulled out the chair in front of the lady, then carefully - so as not to mess up her clothes - he brought in the Jena dinner main courses.
"I hope you like bologna pasta with lots of meat sauce?" �" she carefully placed three hearty portions of food on the lady's plate and tastefully sprinkled a pinch of freshly sliced basil and dried oregano, emphasizing the Mediterranean character.
"Oh!" Masterpiece! A real man who can even cook! That's what I call it! You scored my first red point! - he congratulated the slightly beautified man.
�" I like to know that I grew up in my grandmother's kitchen, and as a small child I tried to learn a lot from her, because I thought I would be able to use it later. he noted.
"That sounds nice!" You must really miss those good old days? - with light, graceful movements, he twisted a morsel on his fork and then took it into his mouth. "Oh!" It is also delicious with this Trappist cheese!
"Very… thank you… Yes!" I learned almost everything from my grandparents, because my parents were very busy people and didn't know how to deal with me!
"I'm really sorry about that!" I didn't think so…
- Nothing happened! It was a long time ago, and yet I remember it every day! I'm not angry! Many things happen in a person's life, for which it would be good to find answers.
"Well...that's true!" May I ask you a question?
"Here, command!" he looked at her with curious eyes from the other end of the table.
"By the way, if you don't want sex, why did you want to meet me?" �" it was a direct, to-the-point question, which is not advisable to avoid or evade.
"Well… yes." Actually, I just wanted to chat with an unknown, friendly stranger who can't judge because he doesn't know me!
- HE! That sounds interesting! And even?
�" I would like to draw your attention to the fact that I never had and never will have ulterior motives! Not even if the current insidious world conveys a different value system! - his voice became louder and more masculine. Like someone who is no longer a child - but an adult.
"Perfectly clear my heart!" Then? What do you want now? - he glared at her while Márton tried to eat his spaghetti without eating anything.
"Let's eat the food in peace, and then we'll talk!"
"He sucks from me!"
"My name is Martin!" he introduced himself and got up from the table to offer his hand.
"Gabi!" he shook his hand.
The food was quickly consumed, while the pretty lady kept an eye on her new customer with merciless eyes. "A lonely man with a boyish face who wants company but doesn't want sex! Anyone can say anything, but it's still very strange!", the lady thought to herself.
When he was done with the pasta, Márton kindly took away his plate and then carefully washed all the cutlery. While the lady took a free seat in the cozy but simple living room. Putting your feet up comfortably on the sofa.
"Oh!" Excuse me for putting my foot on the couch, but it's so numb! - he blurted out, and the young man naturally came over with a small stool in one hand, sat down at the lady's feet and carefully began to massage the aching parts, as if this was his only profession in the world.
"Really... it's not necessary..." the lady answered, very surprised, and maybe for the first time in her life she really felt that this man didn't want anything from her and had no intention of taking advantage of her. Pleasant feelings began to swirl in the depths of his soul.
"Well... that's very nice... thank you..." it was a girlish embarrassment, and she thought she had outgrown it, but she was wrong.
�" My mother always asked me to massage her after a long day at work so that she could relax.
"What did your mother do?"
"Well... he was a general store salesman, a payroll accountant, and so on." It's all things that seem complicated to a humanitarian-minded person because of the numbers.
"You must have been very close to him, right?"
"Yes!" I was a mother all my life, because my father fought and yelled just enough for both of us! My mother supported and helped me in everything. Unfortunately... he got sick a lot in his retirement years and died unexpectedly...
"Oh, don't be angry!" What an idiot I am! My sincere condolences, and everything... - she squeezed the man's hand for the first time, offering support.
"It's been almost six years since then, and I've been thinking about it again and again ever since!"
"There's nothing to be ashamed of!" After all, they were your parents! For example, I was very angry with my mother, and then after the funeral I understood that there is no point in being angry for a whole life, because the really important things slip past us.
Márton took out a handkerchief to wipe his watery eyes. He tried to hide this too, because he didn't want to see her cry for the first time, and moreover, a wild stranger. What would that look like?!
�" What do you want to do in the next ten years! he asked just to change the subject.
"Huh!" This is a very complex question!
"Which means you have no idea?"
"I didn't say that!" It would be nice to form a business, but without financial capital and connections, it is almost completely hopeless these days.
"I'm seriously considering changing jobs, because I don't want others to decide my life for me anymore!" It's going to sound a little weird, but it's like you helped open my eyes! I lived in the dark until now!
"Well… that's great news!" And what would you like to do?
"That's it!" I still have to think about that! But we can think together if you want, dear!
"Yes!" That would be great... - he thought about what he heard.
From this point on, the romantic afternoon was strictly based on getting to know each other, as there was mutual trust between Márton and Gabi, and if this is there and working, nothing can stand in the way of a good, meaningful conversation.
When Márton told the story of his life from hill to hill, he felt extremely grateful to the lady for listening carefully and without saying a word. He wanted to pay at least his honorarium, but Gabi insisted that Márton only keep the money if he wanted to start his business in the near future. And that money is unnecessary between honest friends.