A Café in Vienna
Post-coital chit-chat with Karolina, a long-ago co-worker, long-time friend, medium-time friend with benefits. A sweetheart, and a good friend even though I haven’t seen her in six years, until today, when we were afforded the opportunity to renew the in-person part of our friendship (and benefits). She’s German, and now lives here in Austria, having moved from the U.S. five years ago. It’s the next-to-last day of my trip here to Vienna.
We’re in her flat, in her big round bed. I love round beds. Everything in this bed is white and fluffy, and lying within the sheets, thick comforter, and pillows with Karolina feels like we are in a big, white cocoon. She’s 37, a buxom blonde, full-figured and curvy but tight, the body of an angel straight out of a 50’s noir movie.
“You have to meet my best friend Inna. She’s 23, and loves older guys. I showed her your picture, and she wants to meet you. In fact, she lives just above the café near your AirBnb, and I’ve set it up for tomorrow. It’s a little surprise for you, before you need to fly back to the states. You’ll love her.”
“You always have my back, don’t you?”, I teased, “Even after six years without seeing each other!”
The next day at 1:00 pm, or should I say 13:00h, I found myself face-to-face with Inna. Her English was great. She was an inch or two taller than me, thin but shapely, and she had a sweet, girl next door look. She was intelligent, conversational, and engaging. She was only lightly made up, which was very flattering to her features, as she seemed to be one of those women who looked better without too much makeup.
We were finishing our coffee and light snacks, and wrapping up our fun conversation, getting ready to pay the bill. Inna spoke next.
“I want you to come up to my place, but I apologize that it’ll have to be a quickie, because I have to leave for work by 15:00h.”
No apologies were necessary. I love Vienna.
Story Notes:
I was once in Vienna for only 24 hours, twelve of those waiting for my luggage. My last two hours were spent sitting in a sidewalk café, a true locals place, eating my first-ever Wiener Schnitzel actually consumed in Wien (Vienna).
The weather was beautiful, and as one will do in this city, I spent the rest of my time after eating just sitting there, people-watching.
I guess if you start imagining those conversations around you, anything can happen.
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