The Day I Saved The Life Of The Man Who Was Kissing My Girlfriend At A Party

Contextualizing for those who already follow me here and know a little about my life story, my first girlfriend approached me while still dating another boy, an American who lived in the USA. I, a teenager loaded with hormones up to my head, fascinated by finally having access to a female body (a stunning one, by the way), ended up agreeing to date without her having broken up with the other (which, in practice, was not part of her life since he lived abroad and, in those pre-internet times, barely had contact with her). The problem happened when he decided to appear here. For those interested in knowing more about this crazy relationship, you can read the details here.

I started dating the girl in question in September, and the American came to Brazil in December. She left me and stayed with him until he left. Then she came back to me, and I, still in love, decided to date her again ON ONE CONDITION: we would finish a week before the American arrived (he would come in July). We did this, she went into trouble, started to miss tests… I, with pity, decided to go back IF SHE ENDED THEIR RELATIONSHIP. She did this by letter, which she left at his parents’ house here in Brazil. The guy read the letter, went to her place, made a number, punched the wall, broke his hand (I think he thought our walls were like those of American houses, of drywall — we made our walls of concrete bricks — , which makes me laugh a lot these days !)… And she kicked my ass again!