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Reijer's World: ‘Want To Go Upstairs?’

by Reijer Breed in Columns & Opinions , 08 November 2017

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I ran into Johan at the Amstel Taveerne. “Are you here by yourself?,” I asked him. “Yes, tonight I am,” he said. “Nice to see you again. How have you been? You look great in that leather jacket. Want to go to my place? I don’t live far from here.” Well, I was certainly keen, but first I ordered us some more drinks. Two bar stools became available.

I loved sitting next to Johan.  He was so handsome with his blond curls and his blue eyes. “How have you been? I heard you and Rinus are through.” “Yes,” he said, “we’ve lived together for three years. But we were only fighting in the end. It seemed better to go our separate ways. Rinus found new accommodation and left three months ago.  I still find it hard and I miss him, but it is for the best.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said, and kissed him on his cheek. “Last Sunday, I said goodbye to his parents. His brothers and sisters were there too. That was hard. They were always so nice to me. But still, I am glad I did it,” Johan said. “That took guts. I am proud of you,” I said.

Sometime later we were walking on the Utrechtsestraat on our way to his flat. “We’re nearly there,” Johan said. He put his hand in my back pocket. It made me a bit horny. “I’m gonna do you good,” he whispered in my ear. “If you go on like this, I won’t make it,” I said. Johan laughed and said: “Across this bridge and to the right. That’s where I live.”

As we stood in front of his flat, he opened the door and we climbed the four steps. His flat was beautiful. Nice chairs and a huge cough. I sat down on the cough, and Johan opened a bottle and sat next to me. He poured our glasses, and we cheered. “When this bottle is empty, we’ll go upstairs,” he whispered in my ear. I looked at him and nodded.

“You’re the first person I’ve taken home after Rinus,” Johan said, taking a sip of wine. “That must be strange for you. But I do feel honored,” I replied. “I do love your art work,” I said. “Yes, you collect a lot in three years’ time. We used to visit galleries and bought something at times. I’m glad you like it. Upstairs?” Johan gave me a naughty look. I nodded and I followed him up the stairs. The bedroom was huge, with a large king size bed. Johan switched some lights on and played a cassette by Hall and Oates. We got undressed and disappeared in the bed.

I felt his body next to mine, and Johan gave me a soul kiss, while Hall and Oates were singing:

When they insist on knowing my bliss
I tell them this
When they want to know what the reason is
I only smile when I lie, then I tell them why

Your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
Because your kiss is on my list of the best things in life
(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss I can’t resist
(Because your kiss) is what I miss when I turn on the lights

The following morning Johan appeared in a silken dressing gown. “Here’s one for you. Breakfast is ready, Breedje.”  I put it on and went downstairs. It smelled delicious. Johan poured the coffee. “I have to get used to this, after Rinus. A new man in my bed. But you were of great help. It is a shame there wasn’t much in it for you,” Johan laughed, and poked me. “You are a good person to sacrifice yourself so unselfishly,” he said.



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