It was a night of limoncello and raki..
Then we moved to Onnela…
And there she was.
Somewhere between thirty to forty…
And extreme interest into me…
And there I was talking to my friends.
She comes in from the side, smiles at me, and before I can turn to see who is standing besides me, she looses the balance, and falls back…
There I was, putting my hand forward to lift her up.
Lifted her up, and with a commanding voice, and a serious face, showed her a bar stool, pointed at it,, and said “Istu.” – “sit”
She looked at me like a puppy looks at the master, and went to the stool looking at me with her jaw open.
I continue chatting with my friends, apparently something she did not expect.
Half a minute later she is up by my side, smiling and blabbering something, while I was saying in finnsih “me talk friends with”, and the people around me starting to laugh loudly, she lost her balance…
And there I was again, putting my hand forward, lifting her up..
Showing her another bar stool, and this time, serious hard voice, “Instu … nyt” - “sit… now”
Obeyed again, with that look on her face. Sat down, made a move telling me to come there..
I did not, continued chatting with people, who by this time were red in the face…
Ten seconds later she gets up, and this time finds herself a railing to hold on so she would not fall…
I go over to the bar, as I do not want to shout to women,
“Hey look, “ I told the barmaid.. “there is this one woman there troubling me, pissed drunk, unable to stand.. What do I need to do to get her out the place?” – If guys act like it, they get kicked out, but I suppose a woman is seen as free pussy, so she is seen as community service and has the right to stay…
“Is it the woman with the funny hair” she says.. What else can I say?
Go back to the buddies, and tell her once more
“Istu!!”
She sits… only three breaths long… Gets up, gets to the dance floor…
Then I get a slap on my shoulder, and an angry shout,
“BASTARD”
It never felt so good to hear the words “Bastard….”
Later she hooked a handsome man in his late twenties… Some men are born desperate.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Shouldn’t principles be standard?
So, Finland announced the number of traffic violations the foreign diplomatic agencies had received, but had not paid. And due to the diplomatic immunity, these fines cannot be forced to payment. So, I assume, a solution was found, in publicly announcing these numbers, causing humiliation and shame in the diplomatic circles, resulting in payment.
In those, Turkey ranked fifth, with 30 unpaid fines.
And this made it to the public papers.
The downside is: the diplomatic institution of the same country, imposing honesty and rule abidance to its visitors, Finland, has received 546 fines in Turkey, of which 45% are parking violations, and only 8% have been paid.
The unpaid number is higher than 500… You do the math.
For me, this is not a big thing, but it also shows that principles are bendable.
In those, Turkey ranked fifth, with 30 unpaid fines.
And this made it to the public papers.
The downside is: the diplomatic institution of the same country, imposing honesty and rule abidance to its visitors, Finland, has received 546 fines in Turkey, of which 45% are parking violations, and only 8% have been paid.
The unpaid number is higher than 500… You do the math.
For me, this is not a big thing, but it also shows that principles are bendable.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Dangerous liasions...
Finished a coffee and two cigarettes before I could even start this story... Had no clue how to start or what to write… Still have not, but I guess sometimes you gotta step into the unknown to see light at the end of the darkness.
The story evolves around the cute boy, lets name him Mr. Blue. Then we have the intermediate boy, the joker, Mr. brown. And the relationship abuser, Mr. Yello. He is the only Finnish boy in this story. We have me, and the cutie.
For some background:
Mr. Blue shagged the cutie on the same afternoon of the night in question.
Mr. Brown does not know who Mr. Blue shagged, though he knows the existence of a friend with benefits. A note to keep in mind is that, a few months back, he was kind of downed when he learned that a nice butt standing at the bar facing him, that he had been talking about violently passionately, was the butt of a girl I saw intimately a few times, about two years before that incident.
Mr. Yello, is in a relationship, and abuses the fact by telling women that he has a girlfriend, activating the women’s “Oh he is taken. He must be a valuable man!! I need to fuck him!!” switch. Then he walks the women to their homes, with the women having the intention of screwing him, and then he tells them goodnite at their doorsteps, goes home to shag his girlfriend.
This by the way, is a nice way to show the “inexistence” of dignity for the nightlife locals, that we foreigners, on the other hand, are required to have… “You are disgusting if you are talking to me and you have a girlfriend…” Etc etc….And also explains the reason why some men use fake marriage rings in a hunting night. Women with high dignity… Yup yup…
Third person is me.. The usual me.
The fourth person,, we name her Cutie, as according to the other three men, she is a nice girl, witty, gorgeous, and fun. I can say she is good looking, but as I do not know her, that is all I can say.
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The evening:
Mr. Yello has chatted up the Cutie with the usual tactics. Mr Brown is showing me these two and telling me to look at the gorgeous girl who Mr. Yello is talking to. And how much he adores her ass…
I do not say a thing…
Mr. Yello takes Cutie to a seat to isolate her. And they continue their chat.
Sometime later, the Cutie sees Mr. Blue who is sitting beside me, comes to him, and sits on his lap. Mr. Brown freaks out, “Fuck. Is that Cutie?” I laugh… Remembering my own similar story…
Mr. Yello angry faced, goes to Mr. Blue and tells to his ear, “Don’t destroy my chances”… As if these “chances” are of any use for the girl…
Then, Mr. Yello turns to me and says, “I think she is a player..”
“So?”
“I think she is using Mr. Blue…”
“So?”
“That is bad… She is bad…” oh. Shut the fuck up…
“Mr. Yello, look at them, how cute they are, and how much fun they have…” I say…
Mr. Yello gets pissed and leaves… His body in full tension, fists clenched.
Mr. Blue has been observing and has this smile on his face, knowing that he defeated at least one boy…
The Cutie and Mr. Blue leave the bar, while Mr. Yello goes back to his long term girlfriend, with collar of defeat on his neck….
The story evolves around the cute boy, lets name him Mr. Blue. Then we have the intermediate boy, the joker, Mr. brown. And the relationship abuser, Mr. Yello. He is the only Finnish boy in this story. We have me, and the cutie.
For some background:
Mr. Blue shagged the cutie on the same afternoon of the night in question.
Mr. Brown does not know who Mr. Blue shagged, though he knows the existence of a friend with benefits. A note to keep in mind is that, a few months back, he was kind of downed when he learned that a nice butt standing at the bar facing him, that he had been talking about violently passionately, was the butt of a girl I saw intimately a few times, about two years before that incident.
Mr. Yello, is in a relationship, and abuses the fact by telling women that he has a girlfriend, activating the women’s “Oh he is taken. He must be a valuable man!! I need to fuck him!!” switch. Then he walks the women to their homes, with the women having the intention of screwing him, and then he tells them goodnite at their doorsteps, goes home to shag his girlfriend.
This by the way, is a nice way to show the “inexistence” of dignity for the nightlife locals, that we foreigners, on the other hand, are required to have… “You are disgusting if you are talking to me and you have a girlfriend…” Etc etc….And also explains the reason why some men use fake marriage rings in a hunting night. Women with high dignity… Yup yup…
Third person is me.. The usual me.
The fourth person,, we name her Cutie, as according to the other three men, she is a nice girl, witty, gorgeous, and fun. I can say she is good looking, but as I do not know her, that is all I can say.
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The evening:
Mr. Yello has chatted up the Cutie with the usual tactics. Mr Brown is showing me these two and telling me to look at the gorgeous girl who Mr. Yello is talking to. And how much he adores her ass…
I do not say a thing…
Mr. Yello takes Cutie to a seat to isolate her. And they continue their chat.
Sometime later, the Cutie sees Mr. Blue who is sitting beside me, comes to him, and sits on his lap. Mr. Brown freaks out, “Fuck. Is that Cutie?” I laugh… Remembering my own similar story…
Mr. Yello angry faced, goes to Mr. Blue and tells to his ear, “Don’t destroy my chances”… As if these “chances” are of any use for the girl…
Then, Mr. Yello turns to me and says, “I think she is a player..”
“So?”
“I think she is using Mr. Blue…”
“So?”
“That is bad… She is bad…” oh. Shut the fuck up…
“Mr. Yello, look at them, how cute they are, and how much fun they have…” I say…
Mr. Yello gets pissed and leaves… His body in full tension, fists clenched.
Mr. Blue has been observing and has this smile on his face, knowing that he defeated at least one boy…
The Cutie and Mr. Blue leave the bar, while Mr. Yello goes back to his long term girlfriend, with collar of defeat on his neck….
A man’s downfall.
On Friday, in a club, chatting with my friends, an old man, fifty something, homely dressed, beige corduroy pants, checkered shirt, and a red pullover. Some hair loss and sadly, drunk.
With my broken Finnish, we had a conversation like this:
“How’s your evening?”
“Good, thank you. And yours.”
“……” – did not understand this part.
“Enjoy the evening.”
“My wife is a beautiful woman”
“Your wife must be the best woman on earth”
“No. She likes young guys”
“….”
“She is not here?”
“No. She likes man of twenty five, big and young.”
“Sorry to hear that”
“She likes men like you”
“….”
I had to leave.
With my broken Finnish, we had a conversation like this:
“How’s your evening?”
“Good, thank you. And yours.”
“……” – did not understand this part.
“Enjoy the evening.”
“My wife is a beautiful woman”
“Your wife must be the best woman on earth”
“No. She likes young guys”
“….”
“She is not here?”
“No. She likes man of twenty five, big and young.”
“Sorry to hear that”
“She likes men like you”
“….”
I had to leave.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
The trap
I had just lost a beer on a cute card trick, and I am in the process of getting up to go to the bar.
On my way up, I turn to the ladies sitting beside me, and:
“Hey ladies, I just lost a beer to this guy here because of a card trick. Why don’t you take my revenge and beat him on that trick?”
“Nääää”
“Well, your choice…”
“Where are you from?”
“He’s half Canadian, half Turkish, I am half German half Turkish”
“Oh”
“Sprichst du Deutsch?”
“What?”
“Do you speak German?”
“No…”
“So, do you speak Canadian then?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No..”
“You must know they speak English”
And there was a face….
On my way up, I turn to the ladies sitting beside me, and:
“Hey ladies, I just lost a beer to this guy here because of a card trick. Why don’t you take my revenge and beat him on that trick?”
“Nääää”
“Well, your choice…”
“Where are you from?”
“He’s half Canadian, half Turkish, I am half German half Turkish”
“Oh”
“Sprichst du Deutsch?”
“What?”
“Do you speak German?”
“No…”
“So, do you speak Canadian then?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No..”
“You must know they speak English”
And there was a face….
Impossible memory problems...
The girl walks in with a foreign young man holding her hand... This boy, though he is Muslim, knowing the market, carries a huge cross on his neck… She is a nineteen year old blondie.
Anyway…
This girl walks up to the dancefloor, and her boyfriend of the night goes to greet his own buddies. She notices the guy standing beside her. She notices him, but is too shy to say “hello”. She keeps on looking. The guy notices this and starts looking at her when she is not watching him. He looks confused. His eyes roll to the left to the right, trying to find in his memory a vision of her.
He can’t.
She gives up, and goes to her boyfriend for the night.
He turns back to look at his buddies.
The two buddies by the bar are watching him, both are looking like these freaky pumpkins from Halloween…
He goes to them, and says..
“Have you seen the gorgeous blonde beside me? I know that I know her but I cannot remember…”
The two pumpkins, at the same time,
“Dude, you fucked her”
And this guy just recently had his first two digited sexual partner.
Anyway…
This girl walks up to the dancefloor, and her boyfriend of the night goes to greet his own buddies. She notices the guy standing beside her. She notices him, but is too shy to say “hello”. She keeps on looking. The guy notices this and starts looking at her when she is not watching him. He looks confused. His eyes roll to the left to the right, trying to find in his memory a vision of her.
He can’t.
She gives up, and goes to her boyfriend for the night.
He turns back to look at his buddies.
The two buddies by the bar are watching him, both are looking like these freaky pumpkins from Halloween…
He goes to them, and says..
“Have you seen the gorgeous blonde beside me? I know that I know her but I cannot remember…”
The two pumpkins, at the same time,
“Dude, you fucked her”
And this guy just recently had his first two digited sexual partner.
Cleanliness
When you are walking on any road with flowers or some kind of earthly bank beside it, like forest, of street plants, wonder if it’s too hard to spit onto the side of the road where nobody passes, instead of spitting your lungs out onto the pavement… The extra effort is really not that much, but the pavements would look more like a civilized pavement, instead of some spit lakes…. And I do not think the plants on the side of the road do mind the spit that much as we humans do….
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