In the summer of 2010, Julieta, Economics student After breaking up with her boyfriend, she was in a phase of personal reconstruction. In the midst of this painful process, she decided to enroll in a summer course, Accounting 2. “I had recently broken up with the last boyfriend I lived with. I was devastated, but I still thought of taking a summer subject since Accounting 2 was always my weakness,” said the young woman, who ran every evening to catch the last train in mid-February and in the heat of Buenos Aires Subway line DShe shared the car with a few others who, like her, had prioritized their studies. “We were the few crazy people who, instead of enjoying the summer, went underground with books and drove to our houses at 11 p.m.”
That evening he remembers walking to the train station, praying that he would arrive on time, and with a smile on his face, he realized there was another subway ahead of him. He says the D-Line was his companion every night before returning to his parents’ house as that was the other blow of the breakup. Return to parents’ home. I had no other alternative.
As he was about to get into the car, he noticed someone next to him who couldn’t be ignored. As they exchanged glances, he empathized immediate connectiona spark. “He was a young, beautiful boy There was no way not to see it and when he looked at me I felt as if he had undressed me. “I couldn’t do anything but laugh,” he recalled.
She sat down and he stood right in front of her. “It was only a meter away, he was a skinny guy from another planet and again I couldn’t stop smiling,” he added. The knowing looks and smiles followed each other and intensified when a seat became free in front of her and he occupied it, from where they continued the exchange of glances.
During the trip, Julieta felt the need to share the moment she was experiencing with a friend via text message: “There is a skinny guy standing in front, perfect and divine, smiling at me.”
Shortly afterwards, she heard him make a somewhat “strange” call in which he mentioned his first and last name, Rodrigo Manuel Isasmendi. He took advantage of the opportunity and, although he wrote it down with errors, later managed to identify it. Meanwhile, the young man played with a personal card in his hand, creating anticipation. “Will he give it to me? Will I have his phone number?” Julieta wondered uncomfortably as he continued Playing with card with fingers in hand. “The looks continued, the knowing laughter and nothing moved, just the subway,” he described.
When Julieta got up to get off at her train station, everything was there Tension. Time stopped. It was the decisive moment, all or nothing. Experiencing this story with a complete stranger that promised to be exciting or, after a powerful illusion of a few minutes, would be filed away for what it could have been.
When she reached the door of the carriage, she felt that he had also stood up, but in the middle the door closed, abruptly separating them. Forever? “He’s on one side and I’m on the other like in a romance movie” Story. The train moved on and she watched it leave. But as the saying goes, when it comes to love, the train passes twice, or in the worst case scenario, once (they say that whoever says twice is supposed to give a more hopeful version). Once or twice Julieta didn’t decide to let him pass, already at home she started writing her name on Facebook with what she had heard and written down.
“He didn’t know, but I had his first and last name, misspelled, but with a little ingenuity I managed to find out his real first and last name. There was his Facebook. That beautiful face was in a profile photo on my computer,” he explained his acceptance of his mission. The next step was to ask for a friend. And the worst. The uncertainty.
He received notification of this the next day he had accepted the request. At that time, he realized that the young man’s relationship was at a “dead end” because his girlfriend was working at Disney in the summer. Despite the initial disappointment, the desire to get to know him was stronger. “I stopped reading the romance novel, but I still wanted to see him, I wanted to talk to him“, he admitted.
“Twenty-four hours later his message came: “I understand what you heard when I gave out my details, it was a fictitious call…”“I couldn’t believe it, but I had no illusions.” We knew there was a problem. He told me about his girlfriend but he said he wanted to see me. We passed by the phone and the next day I got off the train in Olivos and there was the subway guy in his car looking for me.
Today, Julieta, fifteen years her senior, recognizes the boldness of getting into a stranger’s car, but attributes this decision to her youth. The meeting confirmed the chemistry expected from the look: “We kissed and knew immediately that the chemistry of our appearance was transferred to our skin.”.
Julieta felt it. She knew he would suffer, and yet she didn’t want to miss the time with him. “There were kisses on the street, everywhere. And the day came when it was much more than just kisses and the chemistry was right. And the pain too,” he said, aware that the story had a sad ending. “It was a death foretold, but it was a month when I knew I was still alive.”
Years later, almost married, Julieta discovered that Rodrigo had released a song inspired by their relationship. “Not only was he beautiful, but he sang like the gods,” he said.
“The song was about our love story in the subway”he said. Knowing that his experience had been captured in a piece of music gave meaning to this fleeting episode. “I knew it would have been worth it if our story had had a musical theme, and when I get nostalgic I listen to it and think of the beautiful child I met a few feet underground.”
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* Amores Reales is a series of true stories told by its protagonists. In some of them, the names of the protagonists are changed to protect their identities and the photos are used for illustrative purposes
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