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????
A new style of body language for flirting
Walking in Panama..
Two chicks checking me out..
One a beautiful blonde bombshell, the other good enough for a threesome – actually for that, all my standards go way low :) – or for my buddies...
Somewhere we meet, and start chatting..
“I know you” says the blonde..
“Huh”
“Yes, we met”
“When?” – I mean, me not remembering that one tells me either there is something wrong with me, or I have to lower my standards for memory...
“Tuesday”
“Really?”
“Yes, I am *********’s friend” – On Tuesday, went to Doris to say Hi to the Dj, a good friend, and accidentally met the lady who was in my place on Monday...
“You?... Ah now I remember, sorry, did not pay attention” – I did, but I never could get my eyes to her face.. was stuck at the décolleté :P
So we chat for a while, and go dancing...
It is strange to dance when a best friend is mentioned who was in my place not even a week ago, in my bed...
Anyway, this one guy on the dance floor takes onto him a mission:
He will take my girls!
Welcome...
After a couple of minutes of interaction between us – thanks to the guy, somehow I got the excuse to get closer, which I happily abused - I see the girls staring at him, open eyed..
I turn around..
Look at the guy...
Swinging from left to right,
Looking at the blonde,
And showing her that he can scratch his brains using a passageway called nose.....
-The end-
almost...
-------
What I learned that nite was
1. Finding treasure in your nose will forbid you from getting laid
But not digging for it will not guarantee you will get laid.
2. Finding treasure in your nose will forbid you from getting laid
Also, in my case, laying a best friend, giving good sex, always forbids me to get laid.
Two chicks checking me out..
One a beautiful blonde bombshell, the other good enough for a threesome – actually for that, all my standards go way low :) – or for my buddies...
Somewhere we meet, and start chatting..
“I know you” says the blonde..
“Huh”
“Yes, we met”
“When?” – I mean, me not remembering that one tells me either there is something wrong with me, or I have to lower my standards for memory...
“Tuesday”
“Really?”
“Yes, I am *********’s friend” – On Tuesday, went to Doris to say Hi to the Dj, a good friend, and accidentally met the lady who was in my place on Monday...
“You?... Ah now I remember, sorry, did not pay attention” – I did, but I never could get my eyes to her face.. was stuck at the décolleté :P
So we chat for a while, and go dancing...
It is strange to dance when a best friend is mentioned who was in my place not even a week ago, in my bed...
Anyway, this one guy on the dance floor takes onto him a mission:
He will take my girls!
Welcome...
After a couple of minutes of interaction between us – thanks to the guy, somehow I got the excuse to get closer, which I happily abused - I see the girls staring at him, open eyed..
I turn around..
Look at the guy...
Swinging from left to right,
Looking at the blonde,
And showing her that he can scratch his brains using a passageway called nose.....
-The end-
almost...
-------
What I learned that nite was
1. Finding treasure in your nose will forbid you from getting laid
But not digging for it will not guarantee you will get laid.
2. Finding treasure in your nose will forbid you from getting laid
Also, in my case, laying a best friend, giving good sex, always forbids me to get laid.
One fact about flirting
One Sunday nite when I came home, I felt I did not finish a conversation with a friend,
So I wrote him a mail, at 5 am in the morning.
The answer came, and one part is like
“You just can't ask major league player to play wings in the minor league. I still don't know why I spent my time in that league, they were just two dead meat looking for some poor soul to inject life into their systems..yakk!”
Here I realized,
Sometimes we – me and my buddies –
Are just too much!
Oh yea,
I am BRAGGING!!
Gotta problem with that, ... too?
Muhahahahaaaaaa
So I wrote him a mail, at 5 am in the morning.
The answer came, and one part is like
“You just can't ask major league player to play wings in the minor league. I still don't know why I spent my time in that league, they were just two dead meat looking for some poor soul to inject life into their systems..yakk!”
Here I realized,
Sometimes we – me and my buddies –
Are just too much!
Oh yea,
I am BRAGGING!!
Gotta problem with that, ... too?
Muhahahahaaaaaa
So.. Women do lie about their age!!!
Met my friends’ colleague in sokeri on Saturday..
She had this little cutie with her..
I instantly warmed up...
- It is important to not the reference factor: I knew the colleague, she is fun, so her friend must be fun.. another example of “tell me who you know” –
It was the end of the night,
I managed to pimp for the colleague, she started talking to this guy I know from the gym..
Was alone now with the cutie...
She says she works in a bar...
Good I say, lets dance...
She smells gorgeous.. No perfume.. Just a woman...
I have a fetish for smells..
Cute cute...
In the end of the night, we arrange that I meet her in the bar she works, on Monday nite...
Monday...
I got to her workplace, I see her through the window, she’s text’ing someone...
I open the door...
Before I can step in, the lady recognizes me, running, she flees into the kitchen, and returns as some guy...
The lady is gone... A guy has come...
I get a tea..
She does not emerge till I finish it..
Happy to have found a story, I leave the place...
She told me she was twenty two...
The behavior made me say:
“Am I fucking dealing with eleven year olds?????”
From now on,
A woman tells me her age,
I will divide it by two,
Act accordingly..
....
“Want a lollipop?”
She had this little cutie with her..
I instantly warmed up...
- It is important to not the reference factor: I knew the colleague, she is fun, so her friend must be fun.. another example of “tell me who you know” –
It was the end of the night,
I managed to pimp for the colleague, she started talking to this guy I know from the gym..
Was alone now with the cutie...
She says she works in a bar...
Good I say, lets dance...
She smells gorgeous.. No perfume.. Just a woman...
I have a fetish for smells..
Cute cute...
In the end of the night, we arrange that I meet her in the bar she works, on Monday nite...
Monday...
I got to her workplace, I see her through the window, she’s text’ing someone...
I open the door...
Before I can step in, the lady recognizes me, running, she flees into the kitchen, and returns as some guy...
The lady is gone... A guy has come...
I get a tea..
She does not emerge till I finish it..
Happy to have found a story, I leave the place...
She told me she was twenty two...
The behavior made me say:
“Am I fucking dealing with eleven year olds?????”
From now on,
A woman tells me her age,
I will divide it by two,
Act accordingly..
....
“Want a lollipop?”
Oh.. Shit.. I just remembered
Hahaahaaaa...
Another old story of mine...
We are talking about the year 2000...
I just broke up with my long term virgin,
And am having wild sex with a very good friend, whenever possible,
After two years of staying loyal to a virgin, you can imagine how horny I am...
- A note to my sister: Hehehe.. You could not stop me!!! – Kidding..
Anyway,
Friday, she comes, I think my sister was out of town, I managed to send her to my parents...
The lady comes over,
Couple of rounds..
All the condoms, wrapped in tissue paper, and to the waste bag...
The waste bag, secured, on Saturday morning, into the trashcan...
She leaves, I drop her to her place, visit my friends in school...
Go home, shower,
Get a call from some other friends, and leave house to get to my car, and then to my friends, of course, also horny guys :)
To the ones who would understand, the guys were from the Gazi University, Mechanical Eng.... Oi oi...
Whatever,....
I go down, to the car, and see the trash can open, with bags on the street...
Approach the bags,
And see.. all my condoms lying on the street...
Turks reading this would have sympathy for me...
I stand there,
Watching a million me’s put on the showcase for the neighborhood!!
....a... Turkish neighborhood!
Another old story of mine...
We are talking about the year 2000...
I just broke up with my long term virgin,
And am having wild sex with a very good friend, whenever possible,
After two years of staying loyal to a virgin, you can imagine how horny I am...
- A note to my sister: Hehehe.. You could not stop me!!! – Kidding..
Anyway,
Friday, she comes, I think my sister was out of town, I managed to send her to my parents...
The lady comes over,
Couple of rounds..
All the condoms, wrapped in tissue paper, and to the waste bag...
The waste bag, secured, on Saturday morning, into the trashcan...
She leaves, I drop her to her place, visit my friends in school...
Go home, shower,
Get a call from some other friends, and leave house to get to my car, and then to my friends, of course, also horny guys :)
To the ones who would understand, the guys were from the Gazi University, Mechanical Eng.... Oi oi...
Whatever,....
I go down, to the car, and see the trash can open, with bags on the street...
Approach the bags,
And see.. all my condoms lying on the street...
Turks reading this would have sympathy for me...
I stand there,
Watching a million me’s put on the showcase for the neighborhood!!
....a... Turkish neighborhood!
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