R2 OR THE FIRST ONE NIGHT STAND

On Monday, my cell rang receiving a message. At 07.30. I was sound asleep. R2 had texted saying he had a group in X St. who needed an English teacher urgently. From 14.00-15.00. If I could. Which days was I available. I thought about going to sleep and answering him later. But I couldn't. I didn't have any credit so I decided to phone him. "I have a class on Mondays and Thursdays in a far away place," I told him, "but they have been cancelling the last three weeks, so if the next week they cancel again I'll let you know, ok?"
Now that I read it, it's pretty clear --I couldn't tell in that moment, until the next week.
That Monday I had to work in my thesis conclusions. I did. About 15.30 I took a break to have something for lunch. In the meantime I got many phone calls and texts. The first one was from R2. He insisted on me telling him when I could start the classes on X St. I was writing. I had to finish. I didn't bother to answer, I had been pretty clear. I finished writing, I edited some details and I left to University.
On Tuesday I checked my Facebook. He had played his turn at Scrabble. In the events section, where you can leave messages he insisted, "I have another teacher who could take the class, but you're my first option, so please, as soon as you know, tell me." I couldn't tell him until next week, so I thought, "If it's so urgent that they need a teacher and he has already got one, let them have him!" I answered back, "Ok, give the group to the teacher, and when you have another group let me know. I still don't know about my own students." I wrote my words and closed.
On Wednesday he wrote, "I'm so sorry. I don't trust anybody but you. I thought you'd be thrilled."
I didn't like this. Why had he lied to me? What part of I "won't know until next week" hadn't he understood? I answered, "You shouldn't have pressed me. I don't work like that. I'm sorry, but I don't know if my students will have me or not until next week. I hope the offer will still be standing." I wrote my words and I closed.
On Thursday he wrote, "No, thanks, forget it. Just one favour, don't ever complain about your lack of money with me, again, ok?" I was angry. How could he? Friends don't tell you what you can speak of or not. Friends listen, they don't solve your life. Only you can solve your problems. I didn't reply anything. Like what could I reply? Same thing as last year. He is stupid and then he expects me to reply. I wrote my words and I thought, "As soon as I finish this game I'll block him from facebook."
Well, yesterday I looked into Scrabble. He finished the game and he blocked me from Scrabble. Ok, it had to really end some day. Doesn't matter who. Really.
It started about two years ago. I was unemployed and desperate. I was recently divorced, with my daughter and the money I had received after they fired me was running out. My friend Gloria and I had been trying to start a business of our own in the teaching field. But she spent all day writing teaching books and not trying to get any classes. She had money in the bank and adult children who worked. For her, earning money was a matter of pride and of supporting herself. I had to support me and my kid, I had bills to pay. I had to look for a job elsewhere. That' how I came up with Georgal. After many tests, exams and enquiries I was accepted to be trained for four weeks. Fisrt thing they did was to show us the installations and to introduce us to the rest o the staff. I wil always remember Ricardo's smile when we met, his shy smile --because he has horrible teeth, now I know-- seemed appealing enough for me, ah, I should have known the kind of wolf behind that smirk.
He was always kind and miley whenever I went to the office, he always, unavoidably said hello. The others would say hello only if you stumled upon them, but not he. he would wave from behind if he was too busy, or he would actually raise his tall and long body to come and say hello with an open palm. I remember how he used to see me. But, even though I was flattered, I was intereseted somewhere else. When I started working at Georgal, R1 was the sole interest in my love life, so I had eyes for no one else. However, R2 kept me intrigued. He was terribly flirty, but in a kind of shy way. He had the picture of his children as screen saver on his lap top, but not one of his wife. Was he a widower? Was he divorced? Why was he so nice? You see, in my experience men are not nice for free. Apparently he was. Soon I found out his status.
He was in charge of my classes. He had the accounts where I taught. He decided my schedules and his. It was not strange that we often met at Sandoz, the headquarters of the laboratories of generic medicines. He was always carrying a book, I was always carrying a book. And I don't mean our English textbooks, but novels. We would exchange them to see what we read, and talk about books. We had so much in common (sounds so futile and stupid now) I had to ask him. And I did, "Are you married?" "Yes" he answered with a sad smile. I was just curious. I was deeply in love with R1. But then again I knew my affair with him wouldn't, couldn't last for long. Maybe I was looking for a rebound.
During the next four months I barely noticed R2.