‘I secretly kissed the bartender after closing time’
Image: Getty Images
Sun on your head and butterflies in your stomach: nothing more delicious than a summer flirt, even if it is still so fleeting.
Britt (39) lives together and is the mother of two daughters (6 and 4).
“Actually, it was our skate night. For years I agreed with a group of colleagues to rollerblade on Wednesday evenings as long as summer time lasted. Mixed men and women, everyone with partners at home who took care of the children. There was a heat wave and it was much too hot for skating, so we decided to trade sportsmanship that evening for a dinner on disposable barbecues in the same park.
“Before I knew it I felt his hand on my back”
The bottles of rosé were getting emptier, the fun was getting more and more ambiguous, and before I knew it I felt the HR boy’s hand on my back. My boyfriend and I had an agreement that a kiss was forgivable, as long as it wasn’t structural and premeditated. So I let myself be kissed with conviction, wobbling from the wine looking for our bicycles. It remained with that one flirt, but I do know who I should go to for my HR questions from now on.”
Read also – Summer secrets: ‘Suddenly I was at the campsite talking extensively with the neighbour’ >
Thank God for bartenders
Leonoor is divorced and mother of two sons (11 and 9).
“We shouldn’t have booked it at all, that holiday. My husband Sander and I were in the depths of a relationship crisis, but the boys wanted so badly. So we picked out a holiday park with heaps of entertainment, hoped they would enjoy themselves as much as possible, and maybe then we could talk.
Not that I could forgive Sander his relationship with his colleague; I would rather put an end to it and just start over. But there were also two children involved, and I wished them at least a nice summer. Miscalculation. Sander turned out to be more unreachable than ever. At least for me; his WhatsApp meanwhile was working overtime.
“Don’t let it ruin your vacation, come to me next time,” he said.
On yet another lonely evening – Sander on his phone, the kids out with holiday friends – I sauntered to the bar and despondently ordered a mojito. “What’s the matter?” bartender Silvio asked in broken English. I have no idea what came over me, but within five minutes I had told everything.
“Don’t let it ruin your vacation, come to me next time,” he said. And so suddenly night after night I was sitting at the bar and we secretly kissed after closing time. Of course I knew it was wrong, but it wasn’t like my marriage was salvageable. On the evening of departure, I thanked Silvio for distracting him and flew home satisfied to my divorce.”
With a subscription to Kek Mama you enjoy great benefits:
*Cheaper than in the store
*Read Kek Mama first every month
*Shipped for free
Subscribe now and pay only €4.19 per edition.
