She sat down on the edge of the bed, naked,
and just stayed there for several minutes. She then glances at the man that was
sleeping in the bed and she realized she found him repulsive. There was no real
reason but she felt very uncomfortable around him and decided to dress up and
leave. The woman picked up her things from the floor and put them on fast and
in silence. Anyway, she could have been loud and the man wouldn’t have woken
up. He was snoring and drooled, making her think what was she thinking. Once
the woman had everything, she grabbed her purse, which she had left on a chair,
and walked out the room. She didn’t really take a look at the guy’s apartment,
she knew it would be filthy and tasteless, a mirror of his own personality.
Once she arrived on the street, she felt more
free. Her name was Marina, or at least that was the name she used to sign her
paintings. She was a proper artist, painting and sculpting professionally for
some years now and been very recognized by it. The man she had just been with
probably had no idea what the artistic world was like or how famous she was to
other people. But he hadn’t been with him to be recognized, so she couldn’t
really blame him for that. She had found him in a bar and had decided she
needed to have sex and just went for it with him. He seemed like the kind of
guy that would pick up any girl after been offered a drink, so it wasn’t
difficult to convince him. She was now regretting her choice as the guy lived
very far and now she had to take a bus home. Calling someone to pick her up
wasn’t really an option.
