The most impressive event in my life

It was Friday evening. I was walking home from work, tired, with a firm desire to wash away the entire day in a cold shower and then drink a couple of glasses of cheap whiskey. The day clearly hadn't gone well. I needed to sort out all the problems with the financial reports ahead of another tax inspection. They often conducted inspections at our enterprise, much more often than necessary. They say the head of our firm refused to sell it to some influential official, and apparently, he wasn't very pleased with the refusal.

It was starting to get dark outside. A warm July evening. It seemed like I should go for a walk, enjoy the sunset, and just relax. That

would have been perfect, but all I wanted at that moment was to drink something alcoholic and fall asleep as soon as possible. I won't last long with this damn job like this, I thought then, I need to change something. The street gave way to a boulevard, the boulevard to a lane; I was just walking home, and the scenery changed around me. There, about six hundred meters away, was my empty, messy apartment. Hooray, the home stretch, very soon I'll be sipping my whiskey in a cozy armchair, probably won't even cook anything, I'm too tired.

A beautiful nymph was walking towards me; I saw her from afar. The curve of her body, her beautiful figure, her petite height—everything was top-notch. No, she wasn't short, just half a head shorter than me, perfect. A blue summer dress accentuated the curves of her body. Scarlet hair and a nose piercing set her apart from the general gray mass, made her especially attractive against the backdrop of gray streets and people. When we drew level, she spoke.

— What's got you down, cowboy?

— Yeah, a cowboy. You look like those eternally serious and gloomy cowboys from old American westerns. I thought the comparison was amusing.

— Well, not really any reason for joy. Everything's not great.

— Come on, smile, at least give me your smile.

I tried to force a smile, but it looked more like a sarcastic smirk than something genuine.

— No, you're doing it wrong. Look.

She smiled. I mimicked her, and it seems I managed. She had beautiful green eyes, like two large emeralds polished to a shine and placed in eye sockets. Her lips, from a distance, seemed so sweet and intoxicating. I continued the conversation.

— My name is Dmitry, and yours?

— Anastasia, very nice to meet you.

— Likewise. Would you like to take a walk this beautiful evening, Anastasia?

— I wouldn't say no. Where shall we go?

— You were going somewhere, am I not interfering with your plans?

— My friend dumped her boyfriend, for the third time this month they've broken up, not a very interesting way to spend time, comforting a stupid hysterical girl, you understand.

— Got it. My friend has a bar not far from here, what do you think?

— Let's go.

— What will you have?

— I don't know, I'll trust your taste.

— Okay, a bottle of whiskey and two glasses with ice, please.

I took the drinks and we sat at a cozy table in the corner.

— I like this place, it's very atmospheric and cozy. — she said

— A great place to unwind after a hard day, or life.

— Enough with your pessimism, let's talk about something more interesting.

— Like what?

— You met a beautiful girl, took her to a place like this, and don't know what to talk about?

— Alright, do you like the music playing now?

— Yes, I think it's great. That's Led Zeppelin, timeless rock classic.

— I see you know good music.

— We used to play this song. I was in a rock band, the second guitarist. Look.

She showed a tattoo of the band's logo, small, about the size of a matchbox, on her left shoulder.

— Hmm, not bad, really not bad. I have a couple too, look. — I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt.

— Impressive, is that a fox? What does it mean to you?

— Nothing really, foxes are unusual and they're loners. You know what I mean?

— You don't like being tied to anyone. There's nothing wrong with that, you can't trust people in general.

— Agreed.

— What do you do in life? Come on, do I have to pry information out of you by force?

— Right now I'm working a disgusting job, I have a dream of becoming a writer, but all the ideas just slip through me, I can't grasp a single one.

— How interesting, do you have anything to read?

— Maybe. Let's drink to our meeting.

— Mhm.

We sat for several hours, chatting about everything. She turned out to be very intelligent and well-read. Her excellent sense of humor combined with simply unreal beauty and charm drove me crazy. I suggested she come to my place. She agreed.

We entered the bedroom, tearing each other's clothes off along the way. She kissed my lips greedily, as if they were oxygen to her. She has the body of a goddess. A narrow waist, small but beautiful breasts. Next to her, I feel like something else. Not a human. A higher being. Because only a higher being can fuck a goddess. She seems to sense my desires and fulfills them. I've never felt so good with anyone else. She is simply a wonder of nature, the eighth wonder of the world; she has gorgeous hair, big eyes, and she's having sex with me right now.

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In the morning, I woke up and she was already gone. An empty, cold bed to my left. Only a silhouette remained on it. The silhouette of the most beautiful girl I had ever met. A note lay on the coffee table.

Dear Dmitry,

We met unexpectedly, and we'll part just as unexpectedly. I'm sorry, I can't be with you, I don't want a relationship, to fall in love again and... and it's all complicated, I don't fully understand what I want myself. I saw your unfinished novel on the shelf and couldn't resist. I read it. I read it in one breath; you should keep writing, you're very good at it. Just don't give it up, pull yourself together and finish what you started, I believe in you. Don't try to find me, and I'm sorry again.

Anastasia

I got up, made coffee, and finished the novel. I never saw her again.