When he eventually stumbled on some photo of a woman in a hat and a bikini, he immediately send her a heart smiley, then some cute face, followed by something else. He then proceed to write and explain that the photo on his profile was fake. He explained that he would rather they spoke on Skype face-to-face and urgently.
Christy looked blankly at the smiley, at the heart, then back at the photo of the pathetic old man who had written and tried to explain that it was not him on the photo. Then she rose and headed out for a sunbath, completely throwing all this nonsense out of her head. “These pathetic old psychos are throwing themselves at me. How about I throw a punch on their faces?”, – Christy thought, then plunged herself into the book that she had brought with her to the beach. She was wearing a golden swimsuit that she had bought abroad. There, it looked natural, but here in Russia, it was obviously over-the-top, and she was glad that it had faded slightly in the sun and that she was lying out of sight. That way, nobody would dare bother a girl who was deeply in her book. After reading for some time, Christy decided to close her eyes and relax a bit, pampering her silken skin in the sun. When she woke up, it was already evening. Her head was aching. Apparently, the sun was still quite hot. She got to her apartment in a daze, turned on the music and found another smiley face and Skype invitation from that man with a weird photo. After having spent so much time in the sun that day, Christy felt dizzy. She just was not herself. Without really realizing what she was doing, she wrote something to the stranger on Skype. A minute later, the man, who reminded her of someone she had often seen on TV, started calling her. She had never been a fan of this celebrity, and she was generally always amused when all the girls were always instantaneously infatuated with stars. She had even hated his face. She thought he looked like a little rat. Precisely why she had never watched any of the films he acted in. Christy simply dropped the Skype call, slammed her laptop down, and got up to make herself a cool and soothing cocktail. After refreshing herself a little, her head cleared up a bit. She came over to her laptop again, flipped it open, and surprise! A bunch of messages from this star with a rat’s face was littering her Inbox. Again! Replying him, she explained that she was at the moment treating herself to a cocktail, and that he could join her if he wanted. In fact, she did not mind who he was, or what sort of person he would turn out to be. Anyone who so wished could come join her right now. Whether it be a movie star with a rat’s face, an Italian playboy, or just a stranger. All she wanted was to chat and spend some quality time.
The man, who turned out to be Robert the celebrity, was at Christy’s disposal. He told her funny stories, made her laugh, showered her with compliments. The rat, after all, had turned out to be a very interesting gentleman. It was no accident that a good half of humanity would go crazy over him. There was something about this working class hero who miraculously climbed the ladder to fame and made it in life. Something besides sex. After all, how many of these supermodels are masculine, or supermen, so to speak. And this one actually had a very ordinary figure, and perhaps looked even a bit mediocre. But his brains were clearly far from being mediocre. And where had he learnt this art of seduction, this showering with compliments, the skill of which he flawlessly demonstrated like a pro? Even Christy, who herself had become accustomed to all sizes and shapes of men admiring her, could not help but enjoy what this seducer was offering her. They chatted about the weather, sex, her gold panties and bra that they both wanted to get rid of urgently, telling each other both decent and indecent jokes, which they considered interesting, sweet, and naughty. They were like old friends and lovers. At the same time, there was a certain novelty, curiosity and everything related to this that filled the air. They wanted to enjoy the intimacy and sex as much as they could, and this they did, bathing themselves in the very last drop of pleasure that two people who meet in the mysterious virtual world could possibly squeeze out of each other. Although Christy had never tried getting close to anyone she met online before, Robert proved to be so in-tune, so elegant and so tempting that he was impossible to resist. They lay side by side, or almost next to each other, separated by the ocean, different fates, their previous lovers and many other such facts of life. Nevertheless, they tried to enjoy the moments as much as they could, fascinated by each other. Robert was surprised to discover that he had not only satisfied his masculine curiosity, but that this girl meant something more to him than just an easy acquaintance from some website. There was something in her that he could not clearly figure out. Something both light and deep at the same time. Sweet and bitter. Tender and hard, hot and cold. She was far from being one of his many millions of shallow-hearted and myopic fans. She was someone he genuinely liked. Gosh! How much he had long forgotten about this feeling – that he can be liked for his smart mind, education and charm. He had been used to being adored and wanted simply because he was a star. But this time around, he was pleasantly surprised. Maybe not all was lost, even for such an experienced Olympian god as him. Someone might even fall in love with him. After all, he was a generally intriguing and good man.
At that time, however, Christy was chatting with a young Frenchman twenty-eight years of age. He was delightfully handsome, shy and sexy and as innocent as a French man his age could be. Although he was engaged in some modest engineering work, his dark hair, traditional gentlemanly appearance and ideal model-like figure immediately sent Christy into a mood that was both romantic and business-like. She asked him when he was going to visit her city. Ralph, the Frenchman, had not expected such a quick developments of events. And although he had been told many times before that he was attractive, he had often taken it as a joke, because he was not sure of his sexual experience. The relationship he had maintained for several years with a girlfriend who had been as sexually inexperienced as he was, together with a couple of mundane meetings with his age mates, did not arouse anything new in him. He thus judged himself modestly enough, and was extremely surprised and flattered by the attention he was now receiving from such an attractive lady. “Oh, well”, he wondered, “maybe I’m not that bad after all.” This woman is obviously good in bed, and letting this opportunity slip by would be wrong. Things must happen, at least for the sake of sexual experience, which he urgently needed to acquire. All his peers were always bragging about their adventures and insane romantic rendezvous. Some even participated in orgies. With Ralph always having nothing to say, he was relegated to the role of an attentive and grateful listener, before whom it was always possible to brag about anything, even lies. Ralph took everything at face value, eagerly listening to the funny stories his friends shared with him.
Christy had no particular need of this Ralph. However, the amount of innocence and purity of perception that was clearly present in this young man was a pill she so desperately needed as an antidote to the sophistication of all her other lovers. Dealing with their distorted minds was an exercise that Christy found to be very complex at times. She sometimes just wanted simple, sincere sex, unencumbered by the baggage of numerous mistresses, the experiences of unsuccessful and successful unions, the energies of other women that a man always carries with him like some fishtail train. And if he was also simultaneously involved with some other girl, this would be always obvious, and it so drained all the energy from their encounter that she needed to have some kind of intractability to communicate with him. This was the other side of their experience, the uniqueness of their nature, their attractiveness. After all, if a man decided to keep to himself, concentrating on his work or to a single, beloved woman, he would end up losing himself as an artist, and generally, as a creative person. Christy has long realized that she was always attracted to men with a creative component in their nature. And this was a special contingent that determined everything in the men’s lives, from sex, emotions and sexual drive, things they needed like water, like air, otherwise these men could not be able to exist, and would start wedging like mechanisms that worked on solar batteries and needed charging from time to time.
No, this was not a bad thing. Christy knew she was birds of the same feather with these men. But despite her seemingly non-monogamous lifestyle, Christy always wanted more than just sexual attraction. Love could arise from almost anywhere; be it a noble deed by a male admirer, his brilliant performance at some important forum, or his sparkling mind. But without further sexual chemistry, this feeling