Actually I thought to put this into “Why the fuck shall I say hi” story, as an add on,
Changed my mind…
I do not know if I had written about that girl…
Winter time, I met her in BeBop…
The type of girl, who is not beautiful, but smells of sex… Tall, well built, well dressed, and knowing it…
The first thing she told me after the “hi” was to get her a drink.
My usual answer.
She shall turn around, ask the guy to buy her a drink, then she may turn back, and we can talk.
BOOOOM…
She almost fell down the chair...
Sad thing is she had a boyfriend for eight years or so,
And somewhere she started bitching around…
Fine..
So I decided to use her as advertisement… Against my second image, the gay…
Dancing on some small stage under the Elvis statue, I was grinding two girls, watching the smooch… Oh that was a sight…
After that, I kindda sticked to my honor, and did not let myself be affected from the bitchiness, I plainly enjoyed myself…
No please dance with me’s… No, let’s go’s…
…………
I saw her somewhere later… Nod nod…
…………
And yesterday, saw her again…
Looking in her eyes, my lips closed, smiling on one side. That actually I realized later… And that is what I called the crooked smile.
She looked back. Looked to my lips.. Looked at me…
She got the puppy look…
Made a move to say hi… As I did not move.. Decided… Continued looking while walking past…
Puppy eyes saying please say a hi…
Näääääääh…..
Not to you my girl.. Not to you…
On the dancefloor, dances with three girls, and positions them so she faces me…
I just laugh.
……………
Women…
Are so easy when a guy shows they have no power on him…
Just so damn easy….
That is, if they don’t get manphobia…
……………
Have to admit, vice versa is also true…
There is nothing sexier than a girl acting instinctively as: I want you, I’ll get you, and I am free……
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Unbelievable double standard
Am walking with my neighbor and her chick friend back to my place..
Neighbor’s pimping actually for me : )
Or for her friend…
“I like you, you are different than the foreigners…
I don’t like the outsiders….
They always touch, are all over you” .. She says… Making a movement of a disgusting guy movement,
The movement where the guy has saliva dripping, trying to grab the breasts…
And her face has a disgusted look…
Well she was right…
There was a foreigner in similar fashion near her all night.. (Not me!)
But then I also saw a couple of locals near her…
So I imitated.
Took her friend, the chick, my flirt of the evening,
Turned to the neighbor…
“You do not like outsiders touching you, fine… What about this way Finnish guys say hi?”
Took the chick, put her ass on my dick,
Said hi, while grinding and touching all over,
Said whazzuuuuup, my hands now on the belly, me still behind her…
You know what was the answer????
Let me tell you:……………
“THAT IS DIFFERENT, I RESPECT THAT”
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Neighbor’s pimping actually for me : )
Or for her friend…
“I like you, you are different than the foreigners…
I don’t like the outsiders….
They always touch, are all over you” .. She says… Making a movement of a disgusting guy movement,
The movement where the guy has saliva dripping, trying to grab the breasts…
And her face has a disgusted look…
Well she was right…
There was a foreigner in similar fashion near her all night.. (Not me!)
But then I also saw a couple of locals near her…
So I imitated.
Took her friend, the chick, my flirt of the evening,
Turned to the neighbor…
“You do not like outsiders touching you, fine… What about this way Finnish guys say hi?”
Took the chick, put her ass on my dick,
Said hi, while grinding and touching all over,
Said whazzuuuuup, my hands now on the belly, me still behind her…
You know what was the answer????
Let me tell you:……………
“THAT IS DIFFERENT, I RESPECT THAT”
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Player meets the bitch
To say the truth, I had gotten out of business with the updating of the webpage…
Just checked, and the last story was written one and a half months ago…
Somewhere I had a crazy night with uncountable stories, but I just felt like I needed better ones to start writing…
And, last night, it happened…
If you have read my “Why the fuck shall I say Hi?", you know my attitude against unresponsive, undeserving women.. If not, read that one…
This girl, I met in panama three months ago – I had forgotten the time, she told me… - had a nice convo with her for five minutes, then she started bitching around.. I left.
Saw her couple of times, eye contact, nothing more…
Yesterday in a terrace, I see her, she nods, I nod…
Later, I see my neighbor, a nice girl, and her friend, a cutie, even though older than I am, God took his time for her.. She turned out to have just left a guy after nine years, and immense psychological problems… Anyway,
Suddenly someone touches my arm, it’s the panama girl, I say a silent hi. Turn back to the neighbor..
Soon after, I leave the bar.
Go to some other place.
Take my water. Find a nice corner.
Oh.. There comes the lady…
Looks at me, I look at her.
Says hi, comes close.
“I feel better now than last time”
“Well last time you had some attitude”
“Yes, but three months have passed”
“So, now you are in single life..”
“No, not single, alone”
“Hmmm”
“The thing is, I know the game too well” She says
“And that is a problem?”
“Yes. I don’t like game. I am too good in it. I can see through.”
Me smiling sinisterly,
“See, there is always someone playing better than you”
“I do not want that.. I can see it.”
“With one better than you, you cannot.”
“I have seen too much”
“You have not seen all”
“You are a player..”
“So?”
“You always have chicks around”
“Well, look at yourself…”
“I am no chick, I am a woman”
“Olalaaaaaa”
……
After hearing, I am untrustable, I am cold, I am a player, I am a bastard, she hates my kind, she knows my kind..
After telling she is not warm.. A bad girl.. A biitch.. Untrustable.. If a killer is honest , you can even trust him, Sadist, masochist, nice breasts ?, if they are real… That I have silicone…
I started hearing, she does not know what she is doing here, I am getting warmer, I am a good player (I AM GETTING FUCKING BORED OF THAT SENTENCE, REALLY PREFER ASSHOLE TO THAT ONE…..), I am good, very gooood…
I started getting hands on my back.. She is a natural touch talent.. Wow… I started having a girl singing with a sexy voice into my ear..
I had a girl rubbing her breasts on mine.. Closing her eyes when my hand reaches to her hair…
I had a girl looking to my lips half the time…
It just was one of those days, I just wanted to flirt and fuck.. No kissing.. Really did not feel like kissing…
I had a girl, who said ok to my “lets walk” suggestion..
I had a girl who sat on my lap on the second we sat on the bank…
I had a girl telling her life story…
I had a girl eyes closed half the time, my hands on her neck.. And when open, her eyes on my lips… Me smiling sinisterly. : ) BAAAAD I AM!!
Somewhere, I said, let’s go to my place – She lives in Nokia…
“Mum… No.. I do not go to guys I can’t trust.. I will go to Oikinniemi to my friends’ place”
I, with a crooked smile,
“Well let’s go to your friend then… That’s neutral territory.”
At that point she freaked out… I wasted her time.. She was right… She is leaving, she will not talk to me anymore…
I was just standing there, “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???”
So, she said, I am indeed a player, and she will not talk to me, I shall talk to her hand…. Bla bla bla….
Now I am writing this, I am laughing outloud…
Man some women are stupid….
And last night, I was laughing all the way home, people on the street were looking at me as if I was crazy…
God, why did you create those stupid bitches?
I never told her I wanna marry her.. I never told her I am not a player – my friends know that I do not consider myself, another issue – I actually was in an ultra pimp mode, acting so much like a pimp… I WAS A P.I.M.P. IN ACTION that night,
That was why she stayed in the first place…
And in the end she gets pissed because I turned out to want to fuck her…
OLAAAALAAAAA….
Oh yea, I want to become friends with her, and go hunt butterflies… MY ASS… : )
Now,
I see her again, it will be a definite fuck… And I have to admit, revenge fucks feel so good… HARRRRR HARRRRRRR!!!!!
P.S.: This has not turned out to be a fuck, but yet another story for Finndistan.
Click for part two
Just checked, and the last story was written one and a half months ago…
Somewhere I had a crazy night with uncountable stories, but I just felt like I needed better ones to start writing…
And, last night, it happened…
If you have read my “Why the fuck shall I say Hi?", you know my attitude against unresponsive, undeserving women.. If not, read that one…
This girl, I met in panama three months ago – I had forgotten the time, she told me… - had a nice convo with her for five minutes, then she started bitching around.. I left.
Saw her couple of times, eye contact, nothing more…
Yesterday in a terrace, I see her, she nods, I nod…
Later, I see my neighbor, a nice girl, and her friend, a cutie, even though older than I am, God took his time for her.. She turned out to have just left a guy after nine years, and immense psychological problems… Anyway,
Suddenly someone touches my arm, it’s the panama girl, I say a silent hi. Turn back to the neighbor..
Soon after, I leave the bar.
Go to some other place.
Take my water. Find a nice corner.
Oh.. There comes the lady…
Looks at me, I look at her.
Says hi, comes close.
“I feel better now than last time”
“Well last time you had some attitude”
“Yes, but three months have passed”
“So, now you are in single life..”
“No, not single, alone”
“Hmmm”
“The thing is, I know the game too well” She says
“And that is a problem?”
“Yes. I don’t like game. I am too good in it. I can see through.”
Me smiling sinisterly,
“See, there is always someone playing better than you”
“I do not want that.. I can see it.”
“With one better than you, you cannot.”
“I have seen too much”
“You have not seen all”
“You are a player..”
“So?”
“You always have chicks around”
“Well, look at yourself…”
“I am no chick, I am a woman”
“Olalaaaaaa”
……
After hearing, I am untrustable, I am cold, I am a player, I am a bastard, she hates my kind, she knows my kind..
After telling she is not warm.. A bad girl.. A biitch.. Untrustable.. If a killer is honest , you can even trust him, Sadist, masochist, nice breasts ?, if they are real… That I have silicone…
I started hearing, she does not know what she is doing here, I am getting warmer, I am a good player (I AM GETTING FUCKING BORED OF THAT SENTENCE, REALLY PREFER ASSHOLE TO THAT ONE…..), I am good, very gooood…
I started getting hands on my back.. She is a natural touch talent.. Wow… I started having a girl singing with a sexy voice into my ear..
I had a girl rubbing her breasts on mine.. Closing her eyes when my hand reaches to her hair…
I had a girl looking to my lips half the time…
It just was one of those days, I just wanted to flirt and fuck.. No kissing.. Really did not feel like kissing…
I had a girl, who said ok to my “lets walk” suggestion..
I had a girl who sat on my lap on the second we sat on the bank…
I had a girl telling her life story…
I had a girl eyes closed half the time, my hands on her neck.. And when open, her eyes on my lips… Me smiling sinisterly. : ) BAAAAD I AM!!
Somewhere, I said, let’s go to my place – She lives in Nokia…
“Mum… No.. I do not go to guys I can’t trust.. I will go to Oikinniemi to my friends’ place”
I, with a crooked smile,
“Well let’s go to your friend then… That’s neutral territory.”
At that point she freaked out… I wasted her time.. She was right… She is leaving, she will not talk to me anymore…
I was just standing there, “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???”
So, she said, I am indeed a player, and she will not talk to me, I shall talk to her hand…. Bla bla bla….
Now I am writing this, I am laughing outloud…
Man some women are stupid….
And last night, I was laughing all the way home, people on the street were looking at me as if I was crazy…
God, why did you create those stupid bitches?
I never told her I wanna marry her.. I never told her I am not a player – my friends know that I do not consider myself, another issue – I actually was in an ultra pimp mode, acting so much like a pimp… I WAS A P.I.M.P. IN ACTION that night,
That was why she stayed in the first place…
And in the end she gets pissed because I turned out to want to fuck her…
OLAAAALAAAAA….
Oh yea, I want to become friends with her, and go hunt butterflies… MY ASS… : )
Now,
I see her again, it will be a definite fuck… And I have to admit, revenge fucks feel so good… HARRRRR HARRRRRRR!!!!!
P.S.: This has not turned out to be a fuck, but yet another story for Finndistan.
Click for part two
Friday, August 06, 2004
An encounter with the third kind – The women
Enter Sokeri…
Happened some weeks past…
Instead of just strolling around, I go to the lounge to get myself a red bull, - sugarfree,
I see a friend sitting on one of the couches… A girl, with high self esteem. Not beautiful, but smelling of sex, nevertheless…
She has a friend with her…
Says I had long hair…
I came to her shop to buy some isostar...
I look gorgeous…
And she wants a picture with me.
Oh, this is only a summary…
And not saying this, doing this: She is basically all over me.
……………………
That I look gorgeous…
Tell me something new. I know. : ) Not that I spend two hours in front of the mirror.. Not even more than fifteen minutes for shave, shower, dress… But I know.. HEHEHE
And women telling me this so early, I just loose initial interest… Oooooh… especially the ones wanting a pic…
Then….. I get in the bored mood…
Says I am shy… Why?
I am cold…
I am silent…
I say,
Meet me another day.
She says,
Yes yes…
Exchange phone numbers….
And then the booom comes after half an hour ,which makes my friend, reading the message, explode:
SMS:
Hello Finndistan. I think it is not good we meet. I am kindda dating some guy.
Getting wise a little late, are we?
Ah, my answer:
SMS:
Wow… that was the best laugh I had this week. Thanks.
And indeed it was.
Quoting:
“MUHAHAHAHA”
Happened some weeks past…
Instead of just strolling around, I go to the lounge to get myself a red bull, - sugarfree,
I see a friend sitting on one of the couches… A girl, with high self esteem. Not beautiful, but smelling of sex, nevertheless…
She has a friend with her…
Says I had long hair…
I came to her shop to buy some isostar...
I look gorgeous…
And she wants a picture with me.
Oh, this is only a summary…
And not saying this, doing this: She is basically all over me.
……………………
That I look gorgeous…
Tell me something new. I know. : ) Not that I spend two hours in front of the mirror.. Not even more than fifteen minutes for shave, shower, dress… But I know.. HEHEHE
And women telling me this so early, I just loose initial interest… Oooooh… especially the ones wanting a pic…
Then….. I get in the bored mood…
Says I am shy… Why?
I am cold…
I am silent…
I say,
Meet me another day.
She says,
Yes yes…
Exchange phone numbers….
And then the booom comes after half an hour ,which makes my friend, reading the message, explode:
SMS:
Hello Finndistan. I think it is not good we meet. I am kindda dating some guy.
Getting wise a little late, are we?
Ah, my answer:
SMS:
Wow… that was the best laugh I had this week. Thanks.
And indeed it was.
Quoting:
“MUHAHAHAHA”
Women have no idea what they get themselves into…
Am in panama… the weekend before flying to Germany…
The girl I am falling for is at a birthday party… She does not call… I do not call…
Stupid pride…
Panama sucks that night, and I get an sms,
Hey Finndistan, I am back in town, where are you?
First of all, even though the number was in my phonebook, I had no idea who that was… The name I saved there said I met her in Sokeri… Still had no idea…
Well, the night was not good… So I thought why not? If I have her number, she can’t be that bad... let’s see what happens…
Time passes,
In panama, I get bumped by a cute chick, and as a sorry she gives me beautiful eye contact…. I sit on my chair for a while, then go to the dancefloor, to attack…
Why is this face looking at me?
Oh…
Behind that face another face comes smiling from one ear to the other…
A—ha… That’s the girl…
Good…
The girl who almost sucked my lips off when we went to her place where two other girls were sleeping on the floor, and I ended with blue lips, and even worse, blue balls…
So I think, she must have come to her senses,
And my instincts tell me she is good in bed...
Major misconception.
I loose sight of the cutie, something which I still mourn… It is not always you see a smile like that…
Slow dance…
Close…
Very close…
Hey, who we have here… Gogo chick, dancing with boyfriend… Hi there...
Back...
Very close…
Smooching…
Let’s go to my place…
Your friend can come too…
We go out...
Her friend cannot find a guy she would like to fuck that night; she was checking guys out at the exit of panama…. Another story…
We go home…
Start smooching, I advance…
No she says, I will not sleep with you…
WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME!!!!!
WHY THE FUCK DID YOU WASTE MY NIGHT!!!!
I say call your friend, who is sleeping on the couch, the one so horny, who was hoping to get a guy from the bar’s exit.
Friend does not come…
Girl comes back…
We smooch again…
Again, she says she will not sleep with me…
And some conversation… Really stupid stuff going on…
I also get to hear, I am like all guys…
WHAT DO YOU EXPECT…? OH YEA, I AM GAY... FORGOT…
…………
Next day I see the ex of a friend, who is the friend of this girl...
Tells me the friend has told her, she possibly drew me crazy…
Well, she did, I say...
But also, I said, she should pray to God that she found me… Not many guys would stand that provocation... And turn the back and sleep... Without slapping, raping, or kicking out of the house….
That girl is bound for deep trouble, if she pulls that shit to some other guy.
BTW, if anybody says, you should have insisted, my answer is:
- I do not beg for pussy
- I stop when it can be used against me.
How do I know, after having her fun, she will not accuse me of raping? Ha?
The girl I am falling for is at a birthday party… She does not call… I do not call…
Stupid pride…
Panama sucks that night, and I get an sms,
Hey Finndistan, I am back in town, where are you?
First of all, even though the number was in my phonebook, I had no idea who that was… The name I saved there said I met her in Sokeri… Still had no idea…
Well, the night was not good… So I thought why not? If I have her number, she can’t be that bad... let’s see what happens…
Time passes,
In panama, I get bumped by a cute chick, and as a sorry she gives me beautiful eye contact…. I sit on my chair for a while, then go to the dancefloor, to attack…
Why is this face looking at me?
Oh…
Behind that face another face comes smiling from one ear to the other…
A—ha… That’s the girl…
Good…
The girl who almost sucked my lips off when we went to her place where two other girls were sleeping on the floor, and I ended with blue lips, and even worse, blue balls…
So I think, she must have come to her senses,
And my instincts tell me she is good in bed...
Major misconception.
I loose sight of the cutie, something which I still mourn… It is not always you see a smile like that…
Slow dance…
Close…
Very close…
Hey, who we have here… Gogo chick, dancing with boyfriend… Hi there...
Back...
Very close…
Smooching…
Let’s go to my place…
Your friend can come too…
We go out...
Her friend cannot find a guy she would like to fuck that night; she was checking guys out at the exit of panama…. Another story…
We go home…
Start smooching, I advance…
No she says, I will not sleep with you…
WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME!!!!!
WHY THE FUCK DID YOU WASTE MY NIGHT!!!!
I say call your friend, who is sleeping on the couch, the one so horny, who was hoping to get a guy from the bar’s exit.
Friend does not come…
Girl comes back…
We smooch again…
Again, she says she will not sleep with me…
And some conversation… Really stupid stuff going on…
I also get to hear, I am like all guys…
WHAT DO YOU EXPECT…? OH YEA, I AM GAY... FORGOT…
…………
Next day I see the ex of a friend, who is the friend of this girl...
Tells me the friend has told her, she possibly drew me crazy…
Well, she did, I say...
But also, I said, she should pray to God that she found me… Not many guys would stand that provocation... And turn the back and sleep... Without slapping, raping, or kicking out of the house….
That girl is bound for deep trouble, if she pulls that shit to some other guy.
BTW, if anybody says, you should have insisted, my answer is:
- I do not beg for pussy
- I stop when it can be used against me.
How do I know, after having her fun, she will not accuse me of raping? Ha?
Are Finnish women easy? A field report.
This question, I used to get when I still behaved nice… Nowadays I get accusations…
Anyway, no time to whine…
The same girls from the story before this,
Outside of panama,
Close to four am,
I am standing with the girl I will go home soon…
Her friend is checking out the guys who are coming out…
“I want to fuck” she says…
“And this is the place to find it?”
“Yea. If a good looking guy will come, I will fuck”
So we wait there for some time, and nobody she liked came out…
It was that easy…
See a guy.. Say lets go.. And fuck…
Do you guys see something difficult in this?
Because,
I FUCKING DON’T…
………………………………………………
This is not the only incident… I know many…
But hearing this from a Finnish girl:
“You really should meet the other side of Finland.. But what you say is true.. So many of my friends have found one night stands at the exit of the bar, or the jacket queue”
It is a very good friend saying this…
And I have to say, I have no problem with this.. I actually like it.. People actually getting something they want… What I had a problem with in the past, but what I laugh at nowadays, is that these people consider me being easy – until they are prevented from getting the goodnite kiss, and get the shock of the night – and themselves difficult…
Tragicomic self perception.
Anyway, no time to whine…
The same girls from the story before this,
Outside of panama,
Close to four am,
I am standing with the girl I will go home soon…
Her friend is checking out the guys who are coming out…
“I want to fuck” she says…
“And this is the place to find it?”
“Yea. If a good looking guy will come, I will fuck”
So we wait there for some time, and nobody she liked came out…
It was that easy…
See a guy.. Say lets go.. And fuck…
Do you guys see something difficult in this?
Because,
I FUCKING DON’T…
………………………………………………
This is not the only incident… I know many…
But hearing this from a Finnish girl:
“You really should meet the other side of Finland.. But what you say is true.. So many of my friends have found one night stands at the exit of the bar, or the jacket queue”
It is a very good friend saying this…
And I have to say, I have no problem with this.. I actually like it.. People actually getting something they want… What I had a problem with in the past, but what I laugh at nowadays, is that these people consider me being easy – until they are prevented from getting the goodnite kiss, and get the shock of the night – and themselves difficult…
Tragicomic self perception.
Three seconds of observation, and a crooked smile in the end.
Now we are talking about a one ninety girl.
(Not the one who I adore)
Very beautiful, and also dangerously clever.
Not interested in me, that’s what she shows,
And I, not care…
Knows she is beautiful, knows she is clever, and knows she always has the "Greek God" guys wanting to meet her. And uses this to an extreme. Watching her play, is like watching a Shakespeare act without the comedy acted on the guys.
Watching her play is like seeing a man, melting by the lava of an alive volcano, the lava never slowing down.
When I met her first time, a year or so ago, I managed not to melt : ) Though I played a bad game, and lost.
Later I pissed her off by successfully hitting on her gorgeous friend, ending by her bitchblock..
Just two months ago, I was played by her, and I can say, few ever had played me like this… I respected that talent. But lost total interest in meeting her with any decent thoughts in the head.
…
A month ago,
On one of my days when I just wanted to chat with someone I know has something up there, I saw her… And since we had been having strange eye contact, in the sense, “piss off”, mixed with “curiosity” in her eyes, “I know who you are” in mine, I chatted her up.
And she played, very well… If would have been some guy who was not sure of what was happening, I possibly would have gotten destroyed. But, I knew what was going on, and more importantly I know who I am.
And of course some other guys bumped in, and their nonsense was listened to, I chatted with one of the guys who turned out to be good conversation, but when I got bored, I told the guy goodnite,
And to the girl I said,
“When you want to have a chat, find me”
Answer:
“I have no interest in talking to you”
Fast unflinching counter answer from me:
“Good. Then it is a mutual interest. Take care.”
I leave… Quite a few chicks checking me out intensively… Nääää, holding my dick when paying mother earth my beer tax is more urgent right now…
Tic…
Tac…
Tic…
Tac…
Tic…
Tac…
Not even the time an egg takes to boil hard passes….
“södfwerfijedfvsdfl.knörojfinds.nvs.dvneöodfioörew”
“Hey, I cannot hear you, gotta come closer if you want me to understand.” I said loudly to the same lady, who just appeared out of nowhere in front of me. And I thought she had no interest… Hmmmm.. I can see… Either she is testing me… Or testing if she has power over me… Well,
I passed any test given at that evening… Even though I have failed previous ones…
Seemed like she had lost her friend, a guy.. And thought it was disrespectful of him to leave without notice…
As if I care.
Disrespectful people are not treated with respect nor disrespect. So she got that treatment.
So, why this long introduction for a three second incident:
Yesterday:
Standing beside some guys, leaning to the bar.
The guy beside me says:
“Whoa look at that!!!!”…
When I turn I just see a tall girl’s back, leaning down telling something to a very cute small girl,
The small girl then eyeing me all the time…
I realize the tall one was the playinglady, a few seconds later, but somehow, instinctively, did not acknowledge her presence… She just was not there… For my eyes…
What was there was the knowledge, the gut feeling, that at the moment she walked close, saw me, she turned back/down to her friend, and told her about that guy over there in the white t-shirt…
I know it can’t be explained, but you know when a person just had a surprise movement out of the corner of your eye, you see the body posture, to know it was sudden, and you see the friend’s eyes, resting themselves curiously on the topic.
Good or bad, I don’t care,
As love and hate are a pair.
And a smile erupted on my face, my eyes went small, and I knew another story has come.
(Not the one who I adore)
Very beautiful, and also dangerously clever.
Not interested in me, that’s what she shows,
And I, not care…
Knows she is beautiful, knows she is clever, and knows she always has the "Greek God" guys wanting to meet her. And uses this to an extreme. Watching her play, is like watching a Shakespeare act without the comedy acted on the guys.
Watching her play is like seeing a man, melting by the lava of an alive volcano, the lava never slowing down.
When I met her first time, a year or so ago, I managed not to melt : ) Though I played a bad game, and lost.
Later I pissed her off by successfully hitting on her gorgeous friend, ending by her bitchblock..
Just two months ago, I was played by her, and I can say, few ever had played me like this… I respected that talent. But lost total interest in meeting her with any decent thoughts in the head.
…
A month ago,
On one of my days when I just wanted to chat with someone I know has something up there, I saw her… And since we had been having strange eye contact, in the sense, “piss off”, mixed with “curiosity” in her eyes, “I know who you are” in mine, I chatted her up.
And she played, very well… If would have been some guy who was not sure of what was happening, I possibly would have gotten destroyed. But, I knew what was going on, and more importantly I know who I am.
And of course some other guys bumped in, and their nonsense was listened to, I chatted with one of the guys who turned out to be good conversation, but when I got bored, I told the guy goodnite,
And to the girl I said,
“When you want to have a chat, find me”
Answer:
“I have no interest in talking to you”
Fast unflinching counter answer from me:
“Good. Then it is a mutual interest. Take care.”
I leave… Quite a few chicks checking me out intensively… Nääää, holding my dick when paying mother earth my beer tax is more urgent right now…
Tic…
Tac…
Tic…
Tac…
Tic…
Tac…
Not even the time an egg takes to boil hard passes….
“södfwerfijedfvsdfl.knörojfinds.nvs.dvneöodfioörew”
“Hey, I cannot hear you, gotta come closer if you want me to understand.” I said loudly to the same lady, who just appeared out of nowhere in front of me. And I thought she had no interest… Hmmmm.. I can see… Either she is testing me… Or testing if she has power over me… Well,
I passed any test given at that evening… Even though I have failed previous ones…
Seemed like she had lost her friend, a guy.. And thought it was disrespectful of him to leave without notice…
As if I care.
Disrespectful people are not treated with respect nor disrespect. So she got that treatment.
So, why this long introduction for a three second incident:
Yesterday:
Standing beside some guys, leaning to the bar.
The guy beside me says:
“Whoa look at that!!!!”…
When I turn I just see a tall girl’s back, leaning down telling something to a very cute small girl,
The small girl then eyeing me all the time…
I realize the tall one was the playinglady, a few seconds later, but somehow, instinctively, did not acknowledge her presence… She just was not there… For my eyes…
What was there was the knowledge, the gut feeling, that at the moment she walked close, saw me, she turned back/down to her friend, and told her about that guy over there in the white t-shirt…
I know it can’t be explained, but you know when a person just had a surprise movement out of the corner of your eye, you see the body posture, to know it was sudden, and you see the friend’s eyes, resting themselves curiously on the topic.
Good or bad, I don’t care,
As love and hate are a pair.
And a smile erupted on my face, my eyes went small, and I knew another story has come.
-no title-
I usually do not feel bad about being bad.
When I think of you, though,
I get stomach ache about being bad.
I wanted not to misbehave… Not to you… Misbehave, not in the sense of being me, the usual me, misbehave in the sense of trust…
I tried.
I could not.
You made me want to be a better person..
And I failed in this test.
And I failed my honor, and my dignity…
A good friend, a mentor, told me: Even if she did not succeed, I am lost without hope.
Maybe…
Only thing I know…
I think of you when I sleep…
When I try to picture another girl, suddenly I have you standing in front of me with all your might, me sitting on my couch, looking up.
And this time,
Misbehaving makes me feel bad…
When I think of you, though,
I get stomach ache about being bad.
I wanted not to misbehave… Not to you… Misbehave, not in the sense of being me, the usual me, misbehave in the sense of trust…
I tried.
I could not.
You made me want to be a better person..
And I failed in this test.
And I failed my honor, and my dignity…
A good friend, a mentor, told me: Even if she did not succeed, I am lost without hope.
Maybe…
Only thing I know…
I think of you when I sleep…
When I try to picture another girl, suddenly I have you standing in front of me with all your might, me sitting on my couch, looking up.
And this time,
Misbehaving makes me feel bad…
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