Ave you beautiful people!
It’s been a while because I was dragged to R’lyeh and held kept as housewife for Cthulhu. That’s the only lucid explanation I have, the real story is far more disturbing and I honestly don’t want to talk about it again.
It was just slightly amazing when I was diving through all my unread e-mails telling me that I wouldn’t answer the phone.
How am I supposed to answer the phone when I am not even close to it? What do you fuckers think? That I am sitting at home waiting for trhe phone to ring so I can ignore it? I know some dipshits, it never cease to amaze me!
Anyways, I am really pleased with how everything goes. I will be a part of my music schools Christmas concert in December and play a piece from Ferdinando Carulli on my brand new Yamaha C40M (it’s a “beginners” model, but the sound is fantastic), met some great people and their dogs (it’s a pleasure to spend time with them), and had a great time with the girls in Rome (“That would be far more interesting if Ezio was climbing up that building…”)
And between all these things I have some That Guy issues. That Guy… that actually means there is someone I have a huge crush on (and vice versa), but unfortunately he works in a store close by, so my windage is limited to the checkout.
Which also means that danger is all around me, when I do my errands there.
I have to avoid all lady bits errands – it disturbs me that he could actually have a detailed picture of my vagina in his head judged by the tampons I buy.
Unfortunately this guy lowers my conversation skills to caveman mode – a dagger thrust for that little glimpse of hope I dare to have when it’s about getting to know him.
My friend Jessica noticed my affection when we bought special offer vino in said store when I was moaning about the fact that reincarnating as a mermaid would be my worst nightmare. That Guy was there, he was smiling like an idiot, I was smiling like a retarded chicken.
She cannot understand my hesitation when it comes about hitting on him (because I could buy my sanitary protection somewhere else, I guess) Let me tell you: It ain’t easy when your vocabulary is limited to “Have a nice day!” and “Receipt please!”
Last time I saw him I had my little bro (10) with me, who was babbling without any breaks. That Guy was laughing about our conversation and flirted with me in a delicate way. My brother later told me, that That Guy has an enormous crush on me, he could tell because he noticed that special look.
He also said that I would not have any chance with That Guy because he is way younger than me (I am 29 and he is about 25…)
“You are too old!”, he said with a darkly triumphant.
“I look way younger than I am!”, I replied and asked his friend Big D (10) how old he thinks I am.
Big D was looking at me in a very serious way and than he replied: “Hmmmm…. Don’t know, maybe 34?!?!?!?!”
After my friends keep annoying me and even my brother’s friends started trolling me I pulled myself together and manned up and went there to get the facts straights. I told myself that I am a wild boar, that I am unstoppable, a titan, a raging wild boar titan.
I went out with a bag of cough candy.
I have not seen him since ages. The lesson I learnt is that hesitation is a bitch. Even if you just want to buy sanitary pads.
At least I am back to sit at home ignoring phone calls from people who can kiss my ass.
That totally frees my mind right now