The sweetest dream (published in spanish 16,17/10/2012)

During a visit to London at the beginning of the current decade, he decided to go for a drink after a long journey of touristic attractions. His plan was to literally have one drink that night and get back to rest. He visited this bar with a very flashy entrance which seemed to be rather interesting.

An intimidating giant doorman was waiting for him at the main door. For some reason he kept asking obnoxious questions not to let the stranger into the premises. Shocked by this harassment the visitor was almost ready to go to different place in order to avoid more bullying from such an unfriendly person. However, his calmed personality, patience, wisdom and after a short conversation gained his right of entrance. 

- Fifteen pounds please, the porter said. 

The stranger paid and handed his brand new black coat (bought in the really afternoon) into the cloakroom. They stared each other for a last time before moving on behind the blue painted glass door that divided the two rooms. For his surprise, he walked into the cleanest bar he had ever seen. The pleasant staff and the posh atmosphere charmed all customers. 

- It could be a very long night ahead, he thought. 

When asking for a drink, he realised there were two girls talking to each other at the end of the “U” shaped bar, right at the corner. Once he had gotten the world famous Mexican beer (iced cold!) on his hand, he catapulted himself there to establish a conversation with them. He made his move asking why such a nice bar was it so empty. One of the girls explained that it was too early for more. 

- Can I invite you for a drink? He interrupted.

- Indeed, she continued. 

She was a 28 years old beauty, with lovely eyes and a smile that could not help you to fall in love with her instantaneously. Her sparkling personality and her voice took his breath away. He continued talking to her when another bouncer of about his age and high built but, with prominent muscles stand nearby for no reason.  The foreigner commented about his presence in case she knew the subject but she did not seem to be interested. After a small pause in his conversation the outsider reasonably asked to the staff man for some distance and privacy. Since having none positive feedback from him he asked the boy to fuck off with a more aggressive tone showing his discontent. His response with a strong English accent let him knew right away that he was moving nowhere. 

- My job, my spot, he said. 

Intimidated and extremely upset for this attitude the chatty couple decided to sit on the gothic leather sofa situated at bar´s far end. They laugh and talked while enjoying a drink before moving to the dance floor. We danceda couple of R&B songs. The chemistry between both of them was so strong that their skins could allow some pass of electricity. Each of her hair moved and danced for the tourist in slow motion meanwhile his eye contact towards her never stopped. It was so sublime that he thought the time stopped for a second or two while he could not resist touching her smooth skin every time he could. Following dancing a couple of songs they said goodbye to each other hoping to meet again in the near future. The week after, the alien (legal!) went back to the same bar but she was not there.  He was brought back in time for a second almost as a déjà vu reminding her moves, her smell, and her shape. He gradually came back into his senses as if he was breaking a trance, putting end to this wonderful dream, the sweetest dream.