World cup tears; and Balduino the love gun!

It was July 7th in the intoxicated year of our Lord 1998. I had by this time moved into the flat of my new dutch girlfriend M* in a trendy new residental block in the east of the city. So far it had been 2 weeks of cohabitating bliss, but little did I know it right then, this was soon to change. World Cup fever had gripped The Netherlands as their national squad was to go up against the Brazilians, a team of superstars so awesome, the mere mention of the players names caused womens underwear to fall off, and sports commentators to speak in tongues. M’s friends had organised to meet in a brown cafe near the Vondelpark called Het Plezier, to watch the game being broadcast from a wall screen projector; the next best thing to being there. Expectations were running high, the fashionably orange wearing team had had a terrific run leading up to this game, and with the form they were displaying, they would probably win this one and go all the way. Or so the grizzled old World Cup veterans were telling me as I stood, Grolsch in hand, blending in with the locals.

This was also a significant night in that it was the first time that I was meeting a lot of M’s friends. We had lived largely in isolation with each other the last couple of weeks, getting to know each others favourite positions, and telly shows. There wasn’t much to it as I had found out on the first night as she only had one of each, so getting out with other people was a welcome change from being in. One of her best friends D* was there and she had in tow a new boyfriend of her own, some guy from Venezuala I was told, who didn’t speak a lot of english or dutch, but his spanish pillow talk alone could give D orgasms. This made him an instant hit with the girls, and made me wonder whether Australian accents had the same kind of power; I hadn’t seen any evidence of it so far. I walked over to the guy, and introduced myself.

“Hey there buddy, my name’s Andy. You’re Balduino, right”?

The World cup tears; and Balduino the love gun! by Mentalechoes, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

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