on women

God I love women.

Back in 2010 when I was about to return to my country from Europe, the flight got cancelled and my country’s airline offered us to stay in Madrid’s biggest hotel. Now that I think of it, the airline that told us the flight was cancelled and booked us a room in a hotel was Argentine Airlines, and we were travelling home with Air Europa (maybe it was just a good guy Greg act?). Back to the hotel, it was gorgeous, big and expensive as fuck. It wasn’t only us, since we weren’t the only ones taking the flight. They also were Argentinian, and among them there were two male college students, one mother with her two daughters, which also happened to be college students. None knew each other, aside from families and stuff.
Some context: I went to Madrid while connecting flights, from Crete to Athens, from Athens to Madrid, and from that to Buenos Aires. We got to Spain at night, and I was hungry as fuck. When we got to the hotel we left our stuff and had dinner with our fellow Argentinians. They were good people, we had some laughs and had a really good discussion about something I can’t recall now.
There’s something I need to say about those two female students, they were sisters and looked a lot like each other. They were beautiful.
Now you are probably misinterpreting the term. You are probably thinking that all I wanted was to fuck them and that they had massive boobs and all that. I could write an essay with my own interpretation of the term given this context, but that wouldn’t be fun, would it?
What I mean is that they were something more. I could not stop looking at them, and I had to fight with myself to move my eyes to something else. There was something in each of them. They were perfection. The combination of their faces, their curves, their bodies, their smiles…
This was the first time it happened in my life. And I don’t think that’ll happen again, at least with that intensity. The first thought that came to my mind when looking at them wasn’t “oh god, i’d sooo tap that”; it was, instead, a sensation, for my mind could not comprehend something that beautiful. But my body did.
The sensation was overwhelming. It almost made me smile.. I felt like nothing else in the world mattered when I was looking at them. I felt warm. My undeveloped knowledge of this language won’t let me describe the true feeling I was experiencing. But it was something life changing. It was like something warm started in my heart and spread through my body, giving it a pleasant sensation.
That night I was shocked.. it took me around two hours to sleep. I wasn’t thinking about fapping, but I was contemplating the idea that with girls like that, such works of art… could God possibly be real?
Now I won’t get into that answer because it’s boring. But you have to understand that women are truly an art, they can make us happy and forget about the bad day we’ve had with just a smile, or a laugh.

That moment was like an epiphany.. thanks to it I can now comprehend how many writers get inspiration just from looking at women.

I’m telling you, they are pure magic. Magic which I cannot begin to fathom…

Their perfection wasn’t limited to physical appearance. They were studying medicine. Fucking medicine, man. They were going to be doctors. Sincerely beautiful and smart. They also made me laugh during the dinner (we shared a big table) and stroke up a conversation with me.

Writing this blog has been tough, doing it in Spanish would have been so much easier for me and much more romantic since it would be easier to convey my ideas and feelings on the matter. But if at least one of you can understand what I felt that night, that would be all I need.