I cannot take it anymore...
Everybody is talking about skiing...
It so happens that I am very familiar with sports, generally speaking - I love to practice, not just sit in front of a TV and watch, while drinking some beers...
Still, in spite of the fact that I've been, so many times, at the mountains, I have never skied.
I talk with an office mate, who happens to be really good at it, somewhat fifteen years older than me, who gives me all the info that I need to buy what I need - furthermore, he offers to come with me, so that he can make the choices for me.
There we are, buying all the equipment, so that the next day we are on the train, up to the mountains...
Walt, my office mate, is accompanying me, together with some dozen of other people from the institute.
The atmosphere on the train is great - we are colleagues, we know each other, and we share some bottles of booze...
Walt is completely against alcohol consumption, so that, after I take a glass of vodka, he just tells me:
"Look, if you really want to ski, not only show your brand new gear off, you DON'T drink anymore, or I'll just let you do whatever you like, but I'll be out of the scheme...
Walt doesn't joke, in fact, I'm not really sure if he knows how to joke - therefore, I have to quit drinking, and just sit on the chair in the train, like a log...
I need a smoke, so that I just ask Walt:
"I hope that the restrictions do not extend towards cigarettes, too - OK?"
"Your suicidal attitude is quite well known by me, and not only - it's a pity that you smoke, but, since this bad habit is a must for you, I won't take it into consideration"...
I get out from the compartment, leaving Walt with his philosophy, and light a cigarette.
From the compartment next to us, comes out a beautiful blond face, with wonderful blue eyes, and a short, somewhat boyish haircut...
She's also wearing a skiing suit, so that I cannot see much of her boobs and, or, ass...
Actually, I can only remark her head, the rest of her body being well hidden by the darn costume.
Her lighter is making her some problems, so that I oblige, and offer her a light.
"Thank you" That's all that she says, before clinging to the bar protecting the window, and looking away, outside the window...
She clearly doesn't feel like chatting, or, better said, she's clearly showing me that she doesn't want to let herself hooked - this is, in fact, the answer to my look when I've helped her lighting that cigarette of hers...
Two colleagues of mine get out from the compartment, laughing and being really noisy - honestly, I'm just wondering if today, they will be skiing at all, or just checking into their room and do what the rabbits like so much to do, and not only...
He's married, but she's not, and it seems that his marital status does not bother her at all - they are well known as being lovers, for ages by now!...
Anyway, who am I to talk about it? Surely the personnel of the camping in the neighborhood of the institute would be much more qualified to talk about it!...
The only real problem is that the bastard already has two kids with his wife, but, as we've heard, he does not neglect his duties as a husband and a father... So be it! What the heck?!?
I just cannot keep quiet, so that I make a remark:
"So, Harry, why didn't you bring your older brat over here? I've heard that you are great at skiing. You could teach him!"...
He looks at me, his eyes clearly reproaching me for reminding him about his kid...
"My kids also do have a mother, and she's been preparing all the week evenings some costumes, since today they are supposed to show off on a stage, at the kindergarten"...
Linda, his lover, looks at me with killing eyes:
"I think you better take care - you can never tell, at skiing, when you break some limp!"...
I can clearly hear the blond girl beside me giggling in a muffled manner...
Linda continues: "Anyway, as I can see, it seems that this morning your Don Juan attitude doesn't help you... Fortunately, some girls still know to make a difference between... you know what!"...
It is, by now clear, that Linda has abused the booze...
I am already angry, but, still, she's my colleague:
"All right, Linda, it's enough!"
The blond girl enters her compartment in a hurry, to say so...
The conversation is over.
The ski slope is wonderful.
I am fully equipped, and Walt is giving me some directions - what to do, how to do, and so on...
It so happens that the beginners slope is at the end of the normal slope.
Two times I see the blond beauty from the train passing me by, on her way to the cable.
Walt has gone to ski, long time ago, so that I am alone, and really tired of sliding thirty meters, then back, with so much efforts...
I am a grown up, an adult, surrounded by kids...
I cannot take it anymore...
The moment Walt arrives, I just tell him that I want to go up, on the real slope.
He simply says:
"Hey, are you crazy?"
"No, Walt, I'm determined to get started with this bloody skiing"...
"Well, in that case, shouldn't we first make a call for an ambulance? Just in case!"...
"Walt, with your, or without your help, I shall be going on the real slope - got it?"
I look at him, and he knows, from my looks, that I am not joking...
He thinks a little, then says to me:
"Well, since you are so well trained - he knows about my training in Karate - I believe that you will be able to deal with the falls that you'll have to endure"...
To make a long story short, I can tell you that I have fallen ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE times!...
I was completely wet, the costume thoroughly wet, but I was still alive, with all my limps at their place...
After I've reached the end of the slope, I've told Walt to mind his business, since I just intend to repeat the experience.
I don't know if my voice, attitude, or just his determination to enjoy the wonderful day, makes him say good bye, and go towards the cable cue...
I reach there, and start again.
This time, I only have to count seventy five falls...
I finally reach at the end of the slope, and take off my skis...
I enter the restaurant, take a seat, and check if my back is still operational...
I ask for a large bowl with boiled tzuica (a national spirit booze) and a bowl with soup...
I don't finish ordering, when the blond beauty from the train comes and, without asking, takes a seat in front of me, at my table.
She's very open, shining, and communicative:
" Hi! I'm Carina! And you are?..."
I look at her, surprised:
I introduce myself.
She smiles at me, then continues:
"Yeah, I know, apart from your name, the suicidal guy on the slope!"...
I look at her in a serious manner:
"Why do you say that?!?"
"Well, mister, you owe me at least a cup of tzuica! You have, practically, ruined my day!"
I'm amazed...
"Why do you say that?!?"
