Très romantique

(...) "Imbecile. I have no boyfriend. And me, I´m not just a toy, am I? Just someone to fuck because you haven´t got anyone else?"

"You should have asked me that before you took your clothes off."

This provoked more outraged struggling, more hugging, and then a frantic search on the floor for another condom from the packet we´d bought in her local pharmacy on the way over.

It was dark when I opened my eyes to find her staring at me from a few inches away on the other pillow. I stared back, meeting her eyes for a long time, which I usually feel uncomfortable about.

This promted me to make a wild suggestion.

"Tell you what, Florence. This weekend, let´s go and get an AIDS test."

She lifted herself up off the pillow and leant across to kiss me. After all, these days it´s about the most romantic thing a guy can say to a girl.

(in A Year in the Merde, Stephen Clarke)

Os escritores, mesmo os mais kitsch, costumam ser pessoas muito sábias. E o que escrevem, seja ou não ficcionado, não deixa de espelhar fragmentos da realidade, o nosso modus vivendi, os nossos valores. Neste caso, parece reflectir padrões de romantismo e o termómetro amoroso entre macho e fêmea.

Depois de ler isto, fico com pena de não ter dado uma chance aos moços dos chupa-chupas... É que eram de morango...