Sleeping with my enemy

My first long term relationship was with a man called Dieter. He was so important for me at the time, that I spent my last night in the city with him before leaving to study in an other state. The funny thing is that I wouldn't want anyone else to know I was seeing him. The reason for this secrecy was his political views. When we were together he was an active member of the NPD party. NPD is the polite way to say Neo-Nazi in Germany and I was a second generation immigrant girl, the kind of people they generally spoke against.

Everything started in high school. I had a secret crush on him since then, although he was unaware of me and I was unaware of his opinions.

The only person that knew about me liking him was Annete, my closest girlfriend. She had a distant family tie with him (second cousins) and kept tabs on him on my behalf. Knowing his opinions before I did, she was always flatly refused to introduce us and one day at her house I understood the reason why.

“Georgia, hurry, come and watch your boyfriend on TV,” she said mockingly. I ran, expecting to see someone that looked like Dieter doing something stupid. Instead I saw Dieter himself doing something stupid. He was marching in a NPD rally next to riot police and screaming left wing protesters.

“When did that happened?” I asked Annette, full of disappointment upon seeing him on the TV.

“Since high school, but you weren’t close enough to notice...,” she replied. “It’s better this way,” she added after a while.

What I saw was enough to make me keep my distance. For a year it worked but luck had it and we met again.

It was the end of July when Dieter came back into the picture. Annette, her boyfriend and I, went to a club opening in a nearby town. Dieter was there with...

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...that I was being stupid. She knew of his opinions about people like me and was worried about what could happen if he learned I was not what he considered a 100% German. She insisted I should not see him anymore, or at least that it would only be for sex and only for a short period. I told her that was exactly what I had in mind and I would end it if it got dangerous or weird.

Dieter didn't waste any time and called me the next day to invite me to his place. He was living with his dad who was a truck driver and sometimes was away for weeks. Even when he was there, we had a big attic room to ourselves, so we could always be alone.

That first time I went to his home, his dad was away. Their living room was very different than mine. There was a bench press, weights lying around, along with clothes, books, dvds...you name it, there was even food grease on the TV screen.