As the dean of divorced journalists in Catalonia, I would like to enlighten the reader about the quicksand in which those of us who are not lucky enough to live married – happily, of course – move and make appointments by chance, like the great José Luis Ábalos. (not to be confused with José Luis Moreno and Rockefeller).
Thanks to the sponsorship of Paco Mir, he had two invitations for Esperant Mr. Bojangles at the Poliorama (at the height of the song and with three actors who leave). The theater, by the way, lives off divorced men and women – a lot of colla in the audience – because it allows you to do the walk without nerves and suggests a sensitive soul (dude? sensitive? Ten points! ).
In order to avoid the subsequent “snacking” – having an uncomfortable, expensive and bad dinner – I turned to an excellent Italian restaurant, Bacaro, close to the theatre.
–Today we have lingua tonnata!
The mother who gave birth to me, I thought when my companion seemed enthusiastic. Nor was it a question of explaining traumas – an infallible formula for ruining a date – and remembering that the lady who cooked in the university apartment in Pamplona served us stewed tongue for three years without saying a word (except to whom she suggested that it was cheap and not cheap either). we were going to find out). Sirloin was not.
And I pressed the nuclear button...
–I'm not one to share...
The night went wrong with the vericide, like that lunch when a date asked me, at the first opportunity, about my hobbies.
–Reading... and bulls!
(How would I know he was a Pacma voter?)
Bacaro: so long-term divorced – ergo feral – and reluctant to share...
As usually happens in these cases, I got upset (and made the situation worse): it seems absurd to end up “snacking” dishes that you don't like – I won't go back to school – and I suggested that he order, of course, the lingua tonnata but that he wouldn't count on me. .
What would Marcello Mastroianni have done in my place? I believe that he would have been forgiven, but one is not Marcello although he has principles: honor without ships is better than tongue – of beef, veal or lamb – at the first opportunity. This is how a date is ruined.
