I can't speak English

"Where do they look at".

Asked Isidoro while ovbserving the women around. And I am sorry to tell you, reader, but the place he was around was not glamourous, not `chic`, not modern, not contemporary. It was a random pub, one of those lost bars where you can`t find anything.

"They look at me".

Answered Osmar, the ladies` man. Soon enough he grinned to a passing girl and talked.

"Your smile is beautiful".
"Thank you, yours too!"

And then they started giving away compliments for themselves while Isidoro still searched for his Isadora. He approached a blonde, tall girl, blue eyes, very white skin for a brazilian summer.

"Hi. My name is Isidoro, and yours?"
"Mary Ann. Easy?"
"Yeah, you can call me that. Isi."
"Ok, easy... do you wanna kiss me?"

"Oh my God, will it be that easy?", Isi thought while Mary already embraced him into a breathtaking kiss.

"I loved your line, being easy... I`m difficult!"
"I... ahn... wanna love you..."
"Ok, let`s go!"

Any barriers could be destroyed with only one request to make love. Mary Ann, the hard one, took him straight to her house. To her bed. To her glory. "Easydorow", she said. "Easydorow!". Trying an eventual opposition, she appealed to a "Hard easydorow! Hard easydorow!" in the most tense moments.

Any eventuality could become obnoxious, and Isidoro knew that he had to dress himself and leave quickly after all that. He did not want any passions, lovings, nothing like that. Apparently the "difficult" Mary Ann did not deserve him. He just didn`t know that he could do the best time ever with the best excuse:

"I can`t speak English... bye".