Tales of Katerina

So there was The Boy, Katerina's boyF, (who incidentally happens to like me a little more, for now, I appear to him to be 'cool').

And now we have The Dude.

The Dude met her on the escalators at Oxford Street, asked if she was trendy and whether she would mind accompanying him to Topman where she proceeded to advise him that red cardigans weren't as gay as he may have imagined. And so he bought it, took her hand the entire way, purchased a few other items, managed to get her number and left it at that.

The next time they met was a week later. He took her to a bar and they had some food. At the bar he felt an urge to show her how to taste wine properly. Of course, this is no easy feat and requires further proximity. Close enough to feel his breath on he neck, perhaps.

' A glass of wine and I'm anybody's' she declared, has declared for a long time.'

And they did kiss. Lots of kisses in that bar that night. Though, nothing more.

And when she returned, I was mysteriously no longer tired and beckoned her into my bedroom. There she sat on the edge of my bed and told me details of that evening.

'If The Boy asks, I was with you and Belle de Bengal watching the premiere'.

'Of course. And what was you opinion on the film?' I asked.

And since that time there was another date, perhaps the most productive of the lot.

'I'm perfectly happy with The Boy, I really hope The Dude doesn't call. In fact, if he does I won't pick up' she said, the night before.

In fact, If I'm honest, I began to doubt whether she would go out with The Dude again.

A text later that day:

'He asked me to Salsa, how I could I refuse?' Indeed, how could she?

Where The Boy kept her indoors and away from his friends, The Dude showed her off and taught her to salsa. Where The Boy calls and calls and doesn't tire, despite the mundane conversation, The Dude hardly ever communicates. In this respect, they are similar, both he and Katerina. Playing the unclingy game is something both are apt are - thorough professionals.

So, that night, when Aliena and I returned from our night and the flat was dark and silent I'd assumed she had returned back to his.

This was until the door went and down she came, wrapped in a turquoise towel, hair dishevelled, wearing glasses, all the better to see us I'm sure.

'Do you want a condom?' I asked

'I don't need a condom to suck' she replied, and off she went, aqua to the wind.

And the morning after, as soon as I heard the door bang shut I scrambled to the window and peered out for the first sight of The Dude. Misery! They'd already gone!

On the night of fumbling, Katerina declared that his bum was too soft.

'The Boy has a great bum, a better bum' she said.

Alas, i am pleased. Pleased that she now has choices. Comparisons to make, different bums to compare, cocks to compare.

Where The Boy walks behind her, The Dude holds her hands, and for those moments they are together, they are each others.

Riding the dual carraigeway like this, it must be thrilling.