Alpina's blog post - Awkward, indeed

I took the bus to Phillip's and arrived shortly after 6 pm. He had promised there would be dinner at his home and so I took along a bottle of my best Italian red, a Barolo I had bought on a trip through Northern Italy myself some years ago. When he opened the door, there was a big smile on his face, and we kissed long and passionatly - I mean, if he had pulled me on his bed or even to the ground and had had sex there and then, there would have been little hesitation - just as long as it took to pull over a condom - for the last time, I had planned.

So you can imagine my utter astonishment when I noticed that I was not the only guest: out of the kitchen came the young, darkhaired woman in black I had seen leaving the house the other day. Her name was Angelika, as I learnt soon, an apprentice journalist, and she moved in the kitchen with an astounding familiarity. This had a reason, as I soon found out, after she had kissed me on both cheeks and said how very pleased she was to finally meet me: she was going to cook dinner for us.

I must have stood there like a total idiot.