This thing did not happen to me.
A friend.
Last week.
Similar things happen to me now and then, and you read about them here..
This is not me.
Standing near the dancefloor,
The guy’s butts get grabbed heavily...
He sees the girl,
Lets her go..
Takes a round in the bar..
Sees her...
Conversation:
“Hi”
“AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
A panic stricken disgusted face....
---Who thinks I shall apologize for the coming language, raise a hand, ......and you know what to do with it...---
Bitch..
Who was it who could not control the damn hand?
Oh yea, my friend’s ass grabbed you hand?
Right..
Miracles do happen..
And why is the panic?
You were the one who did the sexual harassment..
You were the one to make the first move..
You did not even ask him..
You grabbed the ass.. Not him..
And who is disgusted?
You.
Who is panicked?
You.
Why?
Please girl, stop being a bloody retard and act like a human being who has had minimum twenty years of life experience..
That is enough time for letting at least some of your gray cells do work....
Sometimes I think this is a way of natural selection..
People not deserving the company get disqualified from the beginning...
Friday, May 21, 2004
Misjudgement? Too high expectations?
Some time ago,
I flirted with a girl taller than I..
Not the blonde, btw..
Was a very good evening..
Enjoyed her company..
She was taller than me, also older...
Twenty nine, if I am right...
And knew the game..
Not the one where the woman desperately chases to guy who turns his back intentionally, treats her bad (I do bad treatment to the face... hehe), and then jumps into his arms, on the last dance..
No...
The game, where two people interact face to face – literally – and have a good time when together.. there is a chase, true, and both know it, true, and that adds to the game...
..Anticipation..
That nite ended not like we both wanted, too much alcohol, and then she went back to Helsinki...
Her friend, though lives in Tampere..
Goes to the same bars as I go..
So I see her around...
She always comes and tells me something, I do not mind...
This time though,
First pass:
“Hello.. You know, xxx likes you..”
“I know” – Yea, I am arrogant...
“But she says you are not good for raising kids, and a relationship..”
WHATTA F....
Anyway...
Later that nite, I see an old friend who I cannot resist, so we get quite close...
Friend leaves, this girl comes in,
Blabbers something in finish, a damn look on her face.. As if I was some notorious rapist with an unimaginable bodycount...
Fuck you.
I did not give any promises.
I did not tell I love you, to xxx...
Xxx knows what to expect of me...
And it is not your business...
And if somebody accuses me of being indecent, please let them not be women (in this case) who have taken home a new guy, for each of their bar visit that I have also been present...
I flirted with a girl taller than I..
Not the blonde, btw..
Was a very good evening..
Enjoyed her company..
She was taller than me, also older...
Twenty nine, if I am right...
And knew the game..
Not the one where the woman desperately chases to guy who turns his back intentionally, treats her bad (I do bad treatment to the face... hehe), and then jumps into his arms, on the last dance..
No...
The game, where two people interact face to face – literally – and have a good time when together.. there is a chase, true, and both know it, true, and that adds to the game...
..Anticipation..
That nite ended not like we both wanted, too much alcohol, and then she went back to Helsinki...
Her friend, though lives in Tampere..
Goes to the same bars as I go..
So I see her around...
She always comes and tells me something, I do not mind...
This time though,
First pass:
“Hello.. You know, xxx likes you..”
“I know” – Yea, I am arrogant...
“But she says you are not good for raising kids, and a relationship..”
WHATTA F....
Anyway...
Later that nite, I see an old friend who I cannot resist, so we get quite close...
Friend leaves, this girl comes in,
Blabbers something in finish, a damn look on her face.. As if I was some notorious rapist with an unimaginable bodycount...
Fuck you.
I did not give any promises.
I did not tell I love you, to xxx...
Xxx knows what to expect of me...
And it is not your business...
And if somebody accuses me of being indecent, please let them not be women (in this case) who have taken home a new guy, for each of their bar visit that I have also been present...
This BLEW my mind
The longer story will be written most probably, but shortly, after getting bitchblocked by two of her friends,
I heard from one something with this meaning, thanks to the Italian to putting it to intelligible words:
“When you go and talk to a girl, it means you think she is easy.
When you turn your back to her, she will chase you”
True, this is a game,
But,
I am sorry...
When a girl chases me, then I think she is difficult?
My assssssss!!!!
I heard from one something with this meaning, thanks to the Italian to putting it to intelligible words:
“When you go and talk to a girl, it means you think she is easy.
When you turn your back to her, she will chase you”
True, this is a game,
But,
I am sorry...
When a girl chases me, then I think she is difficult?
My assssssss!!!!
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
I love this decision making
”Let’s go”
”First I see how big you dick is, then maybe we go”
Was also one of the best nights I ever had....
”First I see how big you dick is, then maybe we go”
Was also one of the best nights I ever had....
Racism? Prejudice? All the same shit!
I told the lady I was chatting with that evening, I will not write about the nite..
I decided otherwise.
And I will send this link to her, to ease my conscience...
Anyway...
After me getting bitchblocked heavily by two girls –
A friend laughingly told me
“Finndistan, you just were chain-bitch-blocked” –
I went on talking with a friend about this incident, then the “This BLEW my mind” happened...
Ahhh...
A little later,
Me and the Italian having a lot of fun talking about this new enlightenment – at least for me – we got...
At the same time, the lady of subject is talking to my friend, the Ganan, and as he is one of the good conversationalists I know, she is enjoying it, as he is..
But..
Who is not enjoying?
The single girl of the bitchblock.. – Who actually turned out to be quite a nice chat later on, but how the hell shall I know it... For me she was a BB’er... –
I enjoy my chat with my buddy, the girl and the Ganan, enjoy each others company..
The girl who told me her friend is not easy, took her away, and told me the ultimate sentence, linked above,
Suddenly,
Changes her mind,
Continuously signals me to go and talk to her friend,
Who is,
Interacting with a male, non-white...
I decided otherwise.
And I will send this link to her, to ease my conscience...
Anyway...
After me getting bitchblocked heavily by two girls –
A friend laughingly told me
“Finndistan, you just were chain-bitch-blocked” –
I went on talking with a friend about this incident, then the “This BLEW my mind” happened...
Ahhh...
A little later,
Me and the Italian having a lot of fun talking about this new enlightenment – at least for me – we got...
At the same time, the lady of subject is talking to my friend, the Ganan, and as he is one of the good conversationalists I know, she is enjoying it, as he is..
But..
Who is not enjoying?
The single girl of the bitchblock.. – Who actually turned out to be quite a nice chat later on, but how the hell shall I know it... For me she was a BB’er... –
I enjoy my chat with my buddy, the girl and the Ganan, enjoy each others company..
The girl who told me her friend is not easy, took her away, and told me the ultimate sentence, linked above,
Suddenly,
Changes her mind,
Continuously signals me to go and talk to her friend,
Who is,
Interacting with a male, non-white...
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Another dilemma of women
Met this sister of a friend sometime ago..
Had flirted with her last summer, some blonde tall chick..
That is until I found she is 18...
The my mood went down, though she was a clever girl.. I got blocked by myself...
Shit happens.. ens. ens.. ens.. ens.. ens..
Back.
So I met her,
And that girl is a player..
Maybe one of the few I met..
And she plays good.
Knows what to say, knows what to do.
At one point though, she told me
“I do not like the guy who make a move, I need the chase.. When he makes the move, I loose interest”
Yet, I had not moved yet...
I want to comment about this..
Guys like me,
Guys like me, they make the moves.
They let the girl chase, if needed, but the crucial moves they make.
OK, sometimes the best move is not to make a move at all... It is all a strategy.. Of war...
That is the nature of things.
The man makes the moves... Its like hunting.. You set the trap – that is the game, the chase, the push pull.. etc.... Then the prey comes, but if you do not shoot, you cannot kill... Sadly in this country, this is mistaken for desperate seeking, as around all world, it is seen as usual man-woman interaction.
Three options exist for a man who does not make the move:
“He is too chickened out” – No need to explain
“Not interested” – The main point in getting interest from woman. Be not interested.
“Player” – Knows not to make a move.
Well,
The funny thing is that, in Finland, the first case is almost always mistaken for the second one...
Women actually hump chicken,
Thinking it is a cock...
Huuuurrraaay for the chicken!!
Huuurrrayyyy.. huuurrraaayyyy... huuuuuuurrrrrrraaaaaaaaayyy!............
You know what?..........
I LOVE THIS GAME!!!
Had flirted with her last summer, some blonde tall chick..
That is until I found she is 18...
The my mood went down, though she was a clever girl.. I got blocked by myself...
Shit happens.. ens. ens.. ens.. ens.. ens..
Back.
So I met her,
And that girl is a player..
Maybe one of the few I met..
And she plays good.
Knows what to say, knows what to do.
At one point though, she told me
“I do not like the guy who make a move, I need the chase.. When he makes the move, I loose interest”
Yet, I had not moved yet...
I want to comment about this..
Guys like me,
Guys like me, they make the moves.
They let the girl chase, if needed, but the crucial moves they make.
OK, sometimes the best move is not to make a move at all... It is all a strategy.. Of war...
That is the nature of things.
The man makes the moves... Its like hunting.. You set the trap – that is the game, the chase, the push pull.. etc.... Then the prey comes, but if you do not shoot, you cannot kill... Sadly in this country, this is mistaken for desperate seeking, as around all world, it is seen as usual man-woman interaction.
Three options exist for a man who does not make the move:
“He is too chickened out” – No need to explain
“Not interested” – The main point in getting interest from woman. Be not interested.
“Player” – Knows not to make a move.
Well,
The funny thing is that, in Finland, the first case is almost always mistaken for the second one...
Women actually hump chicken,
Thinking it is a cock...
Huuuurrraaay for the chicken!!
Huuurrrayyyy.. huuurrraaayyyy... huuuuuuurrrrrrraaaaaaaaayyy!............
You know what?..........
I LOVE THIS GAME!!!
Police Invasion!!!
On a friday, am out with the italian...
we walk by keskustori at two...
I see a police car...
One more..
One more..
Four more vans...
Two more cars...
Holy shit!!!
I did not know there were so many police cars in this town...
and for the first time I see more than five policemen out of their cars...
Next day I hear there was a big fight between forign teens, and skinheads...
Now it makes sense...
Possibly... the police was there to protect the skinheads....
--------------
This police detained spanish people after a fight some finnish guy started. The records of the spanish wer clean, the fin was in the courts many times for fighting, beating, violence... And a spanish had a broken arm...
Despite this, the fin was set free on the location, the spanish in jail for the nite.
--------------
Greek, Kongon, Finnish girl and Austrian,
Unprovoked violence...
Standing in front of the bar, a guy comes, punches the Greek. A fight starts.. The guy’s friends come, with baseball bats...
Police does not interfere.
The attacker set free on location.
---------------
A friend.
standing in the bar...
A glass smashes in his face.
Unprovoked.
Police: “Do not file a suit, he was drunk”
The attacker pays 50 euros, no jail.
---------------
A friend, standing in the bar..
Bottle smashes on head.
Unprovoked.
Friend detained.
---------------
A man sitting in the train..
The guy in his back .. takes out an axe..
Three holes in the man’s head..
Unprovoked.
Finnish TV: The attacker had personal problems.. Whatever that means...???
The man died yesterday...
---------------
So, I have my reasons to think the police was there to protect the poor, friendly skinheads..
Oh, I am sorry, maybe they were Flower Skins????
we walk by keskustori at two...
I see a police car...
One more..
One more..
Four more vans...
Two more cars...
Holy shit!!!
I did not know there were so many police cars in this town...
and for the first time I see more than five policemen out of their cars...
Next day I hear there was a big fight between forign teens, and skinheads...
Now it makes sense...
Possibly... the police was there to protect the skinheads....
--------------
This police detained spanish people after a fight some finnish guy started. The records of the spanish wer clean, the fin was in the courts many times for fighting, beating, violence... And a spanish had a broken arm...
Despite this, the fin was set free on the location, the spanish in jail for the nite.
--------------
Greek, Kongon, Finnish girl and Austrian,
Unprovoked violence...
Standing in front of the bar, a guy comes, punches the Greek. A fight starts.. The guy’s friends come, with baseball bats...
Police does not interfere.
The attacker set free on location.
---------------
A friend.
standing in the bar...
A glass smashes in his face.
Unprovoked.
Police: “Do not file a suit, he was drunk”
The attacker pays 50 euros, no jail.
---------------
A friend, standing in the bar..
Bottle smashes on head.
Unprovoked.
Friend detained.
---------------
A man sitting in the train..
The guy in his back .. takes out an axe..
Three holes in the man’s head..
Unprovoked.
Finnish TV: The attacker had personal problems.. Whatever that means...???
The man died yesterday...
---------------
So, I have my reasons to think the police was there to protect the poor, friendly skinheads..
Oh, I am sorry, maybe they were Flower Skins????
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