Many thanks to Renee and Kent for the editing of this story.
When this story began about five years ago I, Sebastian Sandell, ought to been the happiest guy in my small Scandinavian hometown because I had most of what most young men wanted to have. I had many good friends, a good job, nice apartment, almost new car and a very beautiful girlfriend. Who, at that time, could be described as at least an 8.5 points out of 10.
Of course, everything has more than one side, what those that envied me didn't know was that it was the bank that owned a large part of both the apartment and the car. A car I had to work long hours to keep it running.
My gorgeous girlfriend, Nelly, had begun to get me worried if we ought to try share the future or not. After only a few weeks together, she had created some doubts in my mind and every time I saw how messy she always kept her apartment, my doubts increased. For me, it was obvious that I would never accept to live in such a mess. At the beginning of our relationship, Nelly's excellent beauty and winning bright smile had got me ignoring all such problems about messy apartments. Her being messy was secondary to how much I wanted her at the moment.
Then Nelly persuaded me to go with her to see her parents at their summerhouse at the coast 310 kilometers away. It was not what I expected. I could never expected that trip would be my first and even my last visit to that place. It got Nelly and me to agree about a final solution. I got a strange feeling when meeting one of Nelly's several ex boyfriends at a pub. He then gave me a friendly warning about her parents. I ignored him at the time.
Nelly and I went on our way and at the first sight of her parent's place, I got to regretting the whole trip. Nelly had taken me to a place what could be best described as two scabby huts at a junkyard and her parents fit well into the surrounding. There was also a cousin of Nelly, a shy guy in his late twenties, Emil, who greeted me by a nod and Nelly with several hard hugs, but without saying a word to any of us.
I had brought a 24 pack of beer with me and while sitting with our beers around a table in the garden, Nelly's father had a suggestion for my summer vacation. He suggested Nelly and me stay two weeks in that hut he called "summerhouse" doing some painting and other maintenance jobs while he and his wife would make a holiday trip to Austria in my Volvo V70. To my surprise Nelly did her best to persuade me to accept his silly suggestion and didn't seem to be happy with me when I told them about several job related things I had promised to do during that time.
The truth was that neither Neither Nelly nor I had any important matters booked at the holidays and she did her best to remind me.
After that beer break, Nelly's mother told me that Nelly and Emil would share the extra room in the "main building" and I should sleep in the 'guesthouse' that Nelly would show me.
As soon as Nelly opened the door to that hut, I was hit by a strong nasty smell of mold and I told her, "No way I'll sleep here, sorry, but I can't do that."
She replied, "That's the only place available. Take it or sleep in your car."
I asked her, "Is it only because the mold you prefer sharing a room with Emil or is it for some other reason?"
"What do you mean by that?" she asked angrily
"You didn't answer my question. However, I'll find something better in the village. Coming with me or do you still prefer sleeping with Emil?"
She stared at me for a while before saying, "No, I'm not coming with you and I'm not sleeping with Emil, only sharing a room."
"I've got enough of this place; you can do what you want."
"Don't go anywhere. We'll have a barbeque this evening." She said.
I had already seen the rusty and greasy grill. It probably not been cleaned at during the last five years why I said, "No thanks." Then went to my car and drove away.
My first plan was to find an Inn or a B&B for a room at some of the nearest villages but it was a popular recreation area. But everything in the neighborhood was already taken for the weekend and the nearest town was forty kilometers away but it would be my only chance to find something for the night.
I found it at a hotel what even had a small dance band in the evening and decided to stay there for the night. Nelly must been expecting my call on her cell phone and took it immediately but wasn't very happy, not at all. Especially when I told her about not been able to find any accommodation within a closer distance than this town. I told her I was tired and intended staying where I was for the night and I would pick her up for the trip at home after lunchtime the next day.
Nelly refused to accept my suggestion and demanded staying until the evening. I told her if she wanted to come with me, she had to accept my time or stay as long a time as she wanted and let cousin Emil drive her home.
At the hotel's dance there were most couples and single men. The only females without male escorts were a gang of eight women on their 'girl night out. I got acquainted with one if them, a very lovely girl my own age. We danced several tunes and sat for a long time in the bar when the band took a break.
Her name was Maria and she told me that she was happy married and would never cheat on her husband, who obviously was a good guy. I brought her one more fancy drink and told her that it was a great pleasure to meet a genuine faithful loving wife because they seemed to be rare. She comforted me by saying that she liked me very much and I had got her turned on. She also said that if her husband had been a jerk, she would drag me to my room for a good fuck without any hesitation. But, now that would be out of question because she would save her fire for her beloved husband.
I told her about how much I envied her happy husband for what he would get when she was got back home. Her reply came with the sweetest smile I've seen in ages by suggesting me I find a good girl, be good to her and I too would be rewarded with a loving wife.
This was a nice suggestion for a guy who intended to dump his gorgeous but fickle girlfriend the next day.
After lunch that Sunday, I called Nelly and told her to be at a junction at one o'clock if she wanted to come home with me. Otherwise it would be Emil's problem to bring her home.
The distance between our homes and that summerhouse was about 310 kilometers and it was obvious that cousin Emil had no interest for a 620 kilometer trip taking Nelly home and driving back to her parents. That's why she stood waiting for me just as she was told to do. But it was a furious Nelly, very furious indeed. Her vocabulary of cursing and swearing could, without any doubt, could get old sailors to turn pale with envy. I never found out why she preferred sharing a bedroom with Emil and now not even a wonder could save Nelly's and my relation. There were no real reason to care.
So ended my relation with the most beautiful, trophy-girlfriend I ever had. I missed her for a while but neither of us made any serious attempts to go further together after that trip.
I had no reason to say "no thanks" when I was offered a promotion, though it meant moving away from my hometown to an other branch of the company I worked for. It meant to a larger town about 130 kilometers away from my hometown. The company had good connections in that town and no problems for me to find a rental apartment in a nice area. The sale of my hometown apartment gave me such a fair profit that I could pay my loans and provide me a small buffer.
So began my new life almost from zero in a new town. Clean from my reputation of a wild life in my younger days. Not knowing anybody else than those people I worked with gave me a new start. The first weeks were rather lonely and boring until one of the guys at the job persuaded me to go with him to something that was called 'Single Saturday'. An event once a year what began with a walk around a small lake together with a blind date selected in kind of a lottery.
Among the path was several sponsored control points with snacks, beverages and a quiz to answer at every control point. It came with a romantic weekend trip to Barcelona in Spain as the first price for the winning couple.
My date was okay, though it was obvious that she wanted to keep a clear distance between us. We had nametags with our first names and she was a Maria and mine said, Sebastian. I told her some further details about myself but she didn't say much about herself.
The quiz at the first control point was to guess the height of a tall Pine tree. That opened both of us for some arguing before we could agree about a measure. Now I began to understand that Maria was a clever girl and I got a feeling about having good luck in the date lottery. But somehow I even understood that this handsome and clever Maria would not be laid in any easy way.
The following control points got Maria and me both arguing and laughing a lot. It felt better and better as time went on. The she told me that Maria was her second name and she was usually called by her first name, Jennifer. Her reason for using Maria was that if something from that event was mentioned in the local newspaper, she didn't wanted her friends to know she was here. After that walk around the lake there was a dinner and Jennifer and I agreed to sit together. To our great surprise we had won the third prize in the quiz. The prize was a 'romantic dinner' for two at one of the restaurants in town.
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