Do you know the expression: some dreams should remain dreams? So is the following story.
As we all know, everyone looks forward to a vacation. Because it is the time when we can do something for ourselves. Free from work, we can indulge in all the charms. Whether it is the smell of the Italian cafe and the Dolce Vita itself. Whether it’s the tinkling wine glasses among the white walls of Greek shores. Or whether it’s the gentle breeze brushing through Hawaiian palms on picturesque golden beaches.
It is the time when some of us are a different person. Partnerships usually function better during this time and then fall deep back into the daily grind. A casual remark here, a little flirt there – but even the vacation acquaintances travel and tear off, shortly after the end of the vacation.
After a long flight, we stepped off the plane and the dry heat was beating down on us. The sun banged and the wind cooled only moderately. Chilled out by the air conditioning of the giant bird, we really longed for the warmth, and there it was.
We were taken by bus across the tarmac to the airport. Once we arrived at the terminal, everything went quite quickly. The suitcases rolled up and we took them off the conveyor belt. “Is this yours too?” she asked. I nodded and we headed for the exit. After a short transfer ride, we saw the small tranquil resort on the golden sandy beach lined with palm trees. The water was clear and azure. The hotel a dream from a thousand and one nights. The lobby an absolute luxury feel-good place and the corridors to the room invited detail-loving to stroll. Room 245.
Finally, we moved into the room. I slid my suitcase into a corner of the room and placed it in front of me. Some trips I spent living entirely out of my suitcase. But longer stays, in my opinion, require placing everything appropriately in the closets.
So I opened the suitcase and was shocked. I quickly closed the lid again and glanced around. “Is everything all right?” she asked. Slowly, I raised the lid of the suitcase in disbelief and could hardly believe my eyes. No need for inventory or close inspection. I was shocked to discover that all my swim trunks, all the shirts, t-shirts, socks and pants were no longer in the suitcase. They were gone. I mean, I knew that suitcase. It was undoubtedly my suitcase! I also recognized the contents. Because the clothes were mine, too. Only it wasn’t *the* clothes that *I* had packed myself. Sure, I packed the odd piece of my special collection, but not in this assortment. And don’t get me wrong now, I like this “kind” of clothing a lot! Still, by no stretch of the imagination had I prepared to spend the entire vacation like this. Fourteen full days of being exposed to the prying eyes of others. Two weeks of tension and probably excitement, yet uncertainty.
But it was now for the time being that there was not a single piece of classic male clothing. I quickly glanced over at her suitcase. There was the same picture! Only feminine dresses, blouses, skirts, underwear and bikinis. Only with a difference: these were all hers and it is socially “normal” to the matching sex.
“Remember when you said you would wear the dresses if you didn’t know anyone?” she said. “Well, now we are thousands of miles and many hours of flying away from home. Have a great time and a relaxing vacation, sweetheart!”