I slept with her over 200 times in six months, as a memorial to forget.

Preface:

I'm middle-aged, with a happy family and a successful career. She's an athlete, beautiful, wealthy, and has many suitors. I've always considered myself a family-oriented, hardworking man, a gentleman in public and full of positive energy in private. Although I occasionally have affairs, they were all just casual flings. I never expected to meet a girl like this, nor did I expect to fall so quickly, becoming a prisoner of sex and alcohol.

Now, she's been hiding from me in a rural area of Northern Europe for over a month, what she calls escaping for her life. We still exchange greetings and flirtatious messages every day, but we both know we're drifting apart. We'll try our best not to bother each other anymore, unless the inner repression becomes uncontrollable. From now on, I will fully return to my family and continue playing the role society has assigned me, while she will try to think less about me and start anew. Before forgetting, I dedicate these words to commemorate this love that should never have happened. Or perhaps we'll meet again on the day we agreed upon when I turn seventy. By then, we'll have experienced more, and perhaps we'll have forgotten the tender moments we shared. May these words help the two elderly people in the future recall this unforgettable yet irretrievable love.
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Two years ago, I left my adopted home overseas, where I had lived for many years, and came to this metropolis in southern China. My first impression was that compared to world metropolises, it was still run-down, and the people were cunning and shrewd, but it exuded a sense of life and vitality. I planned to settle here, so I bought a house that could be considered a luxury home on a mortgage, and decorated it lavishly. However, my wife and children were overseas and unwilling to return to China for the time being, so living alone in such a large house inevitably made me very lonely. Sometimes I would try to relieve my loneliness with alcohol at midnight, and after getting drunk, I would repeatedly try to fall asleep on the four beds. However, unless I was completely drunk, I would always wake up in the early morning and continue drinking. One day, I suddenly thought that perhaps I could rent out the extra rooms, which would increase my income. If there were young and beautiful female tenants, I could chat with them to relieve my loneliness and reduce some sexual pressure. Since my house was near one of the most famous liberal arts universities in China, I thought it was quite possible that young and beautiful college students would move in.

Then, last autumn, I posted a rental ad, and she contacted me to view the apartment. That day, she wore a badminton outfit; her youthful and beautiful appearance, coupled with her generous conversation, immediately captivated me, and she reluctantly rented the apartment. Although she hadn't moved in yet, the third day was my birthday, so I cooked a few dishes and bought red wine to invite her over to celebrate with me at home. That day, I got drunk and took her to the rooftop. Looking at the beautiful view outside felt like a dream. At that time, I had no idea what would happen between us. Because I had always failed in pursuing girls before, and several of my girlfriends had been pursued by the girls, I felt very inferior in front of her. Later, I learned that she was a professional badminton player; no wonder she was so strong, had such bright eyes, and often wore badminton clothes.

(II) The first time she cooked for me, it almost caused a family storm

. I remember there's a saying that to conquer a man's heart, you must first conquer his stomach. Perhaps I've never truly enjoyed cooking since I was a child. My mother only knows how to cook food using traditional rural methods; my wife is always busier than me at work and almost never cooks; when I do cook, it's just a simple recipe, barely edible.

She moved in soon after, and since we didn't share a bathroom, and I was always out early and back late for work, we rarely saw each other. Mid-Autumn Festival was fast approaching, and she actually cooked for me to come home for dinner. I thought it wouldn't hurt to get a free meal. But when I got home, I found thirteen or fourteen elaborate dishes laid out on the table, along with some fine French red wine and German beer. Having always lived a frugal life, I felt it was a waste. Nevertheless, I took a picture before eating and posted it on social media, claiming I cooked it myself. But my wife immediately knew it wasn't me; I have no idea how to make such elaborate dishes. She cried and threatened divorce, and I had to repeatedly promise not to meet with other women in secret. Later, as life calmed down, the misunderstanding passed. After that, I was very careful, avoiding speaking to her in private and having no unnecessary contact with her, to prevent any unforeseen incidents. After all, she's young and has the advantages, while I'm middle-aged, with a loving wife and adorable children. I can't afford to play this game.

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