Rantings and Ravings

there´s not going to be much sense in the timeline here and I am definitely going to piss a certain someone off by writing this.. but here it goes!

I started school about 8 months back.. and my first impression of the class was that this was gonna be a hoot!

a bunch of funny young people filled with potential and I could guide some of them the right way, being a couple of years older and having a tinkle more wisdom than the rest in the classroom (except the teacher, assumably).

and there were some ripe young female speciments as well! (what a perversive way of saying it)

but there was one special one.. quite special indeed! but let me proceed..

since I was about 10 years of age, I have not felt the urge to talk about love or emotions.. back then there too was a special girl.. but she said things quite natural for her to say, but gruesomely hurtful for me to hear.. and I swore I would never love another female.. for 16 years at least! and that was one promise I actually kept..

but .. urm… but..

ok I am stuck.. I don´t want to say angel, goddess, princess, tzaryevna, fairy or any other cheesy synonyms for the woman of your dreams, however true they might be.. her name is Bára! there.. I said it! and she knows it:)

changing lanes..

we became very good friends over the following 7 months and we started partying together also..

but the last party.. it was the best party I have been to for a considerably long time! so good that I am still talking about it..

the night started with a birthday party at a bar.. a woman that was in our class.. but she quit school and became a barrtender instead (no judging here, I am a bartender as well).. I stopped by only for an hour or so.. I had to go to work.. in another bar! and as I was pouring euforising liquids to money filled alcohol sponges, I got a bit thirsty myself! so I had a beer.. and a couple more.. and I knew there was gonna be an afterparty in anoother bar so I drank untill I got tipsy enough to just not care about the starting riot in the hallway.. I joined in instead:P

after word I went to this afterparty.. it was GOOD! lots of happy party people.. and Bára:) but Bára, that poor thing, had a stalker on her ass that night.. a former boyfriend that could not accept her choice to end the relationship.. and he was a tad too violent for me to just sit and watch.. he actualy tried to kick in a door just to yell at Bára.. unfortunately, I was not present at that moment..

she managed to slip by him and find me upstairs.. she demanded that she was to sit on the chair by the wall so I was to be seated on the seat at the end of the table.. I didn´t understand why.. but then that nimwit PM showed up.. and then I understood.. he started babbling about why this and why that.. and I had heard enough.. I stood up and when PM realized that I was a handful of inches taller and wider, he took of.. never saw him again and as far as I know neither has she:) (yay me!)

right.. I was her hero that night.. we moved on to another party afterwards and had a blast indeed!

when it was time to leave, I insisted on following her to the doorstep.. just in case the nut job wanted to make another move.. and she accepted and we started walking.. if only she had told me the address in advance.. let me just say.. it was far far away! at last.. we arrived at the Kjærbæk Mansion and we had some noodles and a talk about how insanely crazy the night had been.. at some point she needed to visit the “beauty-room” and drunk little me passed out on the couch! and she didn´t even wake me up so she could have the couch.. nope.. she laid down on the floor and slept there.. I felt bad when I woke up and realized what had happened.. but nevermind.. it seemed that she didn´t mind..

anyways..

three or four days later, I decided to actually tell her how I felt about her..

I told her at first that there was something that I really needed to tell her, but I would prefer to tell it to her in real life and not over the internet.. (we live about 20km away from eachother) and it just didn´t seem to catch her interest! so I jsut told her over the internet.. aaand she went offline..!! it was pure torture! she was offline for a whole day!

all I could do was just to sit and wait.. she was offline and she had lost her phone and it seemed to be a bit too creepy just to show up at her house..(moms house..) so yeah.. I waited..

and when she finally came online again, I wrote her a little letter saying what was on my mind.. an honest letter..

no reply..

on the THIRD day without any reply of any kind, I started writing again..

in these day without a word, I started thinking about all the reasons why she didn´t write back and why not.. and I went through every possible scenario if she replied with this and that tone in the text and if she wrote this and that and so on.. (it was actually hard work, but a desperate mind.. well you know..)

right.. on the third day I wrote to her again.. explaining how I had been these days.. and that I would seriously appreciate if we would remain as friends even if I had fallen in..here comes the word that I have not said in 16 years with an honest face.. love with her..

it was a surreal moment for me..

and as most people know.. a girl and a guy meet.. become really good friends, but not right away.. over a long period of time.. they become the kind of friends that are hard to find.. and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I loove yoouuu… lalalaa..

and what was her repsonse?

she was happy to accomodate my wishes!

HOW COOL IS THAT!

I have a friend that I need which is a friend indeed! I love her and she knows it and does not mind:)

did I just win the happiness lottery? what´s next? will I start believing? (pfff lol)

I know this is far from the funniest blog posts that I have written and not the most insightful..

but sometimes you just want to shout out whatever is in your mind:)

may all you beautiful people live long in prosperity!

Panda..

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#Panda siger:
no idea..
http://www.sadanduseless.com/2009/10/tips-for-single-ladies-1938/ <— read! hehehehe  I actually wish everybody would follow that.. it would make the surroundings more enjoyable

Kinia siger:
yayaya, the whole list of do ’s and don’s for women
what about men??

#Panda siger:
we rule

Kinia siger:
LOL
where??

#Panda siger:
the whole fucking world.. women don´t rule the house.. you are our employees, made to think thank you could be boss of anything
thank!

lol that*
hehehe..
sorry I had to break the truth for you so suddenly

Kinia siger:
not really  what we do is we make you think you’re the boss, but eventually things turn out our way

#Panda siger:
never happened…
we have figured out how to control fata morgana… (it´s all in your head!)

Kinia siger:
hahahaha

#Panda siger:
take the blue pill… and stay blissfully ignorant… take the red pill and see how women in ACTUAL real life jump at our command..

Kinia siger:
in your dreams

#Panda siger:
we say jump, they ask how high..

Kinia siger:
yayaya
men are nothing without women
we make men happy, we inspire them, soothe them and make their life nice and easy

#Panda siger:
you are sleeping and havig a mans dream right now

Kinia siger:
what do you know

#Panda siger:
I know that women very often make life miserable for men

Kinia siger:
like WHEN??

#Panda siger:
when they ask for opinion, what to wear, weight, food, places to go, jewelry, hair, advice etc..
hehehe

Kinia siger:

i’d smack you if i were there!!!

#Panda siger:
lol

Kinia siger:
Kochanie, u know how it works
when i ask you if im fat, i do not wanna hear that I am
this question is supposed to check your acceptance of how i look

#Panda siger:
then why ask?
honest opinion = quarrel, fight, shouting, divorce etc.. — whatever you want to hear = peace and a kiss BUT!!!!!! we´re not fucking mindreaders! summa sum = we got no fucking clue and stop bothering us

Kinia siger:
hahahaha  Then I’m telling you what to say
and bear in mind that the question is not really about the weight, but partnet’s acceptance

#Panda siger:
so.. if you would ask me about the way your ass looks in a certain pair of jeans.. and I always reply: it looks smashing! then both of us got our needs covered! explanation: if it really does look good, then it is smashing.. if it looks like a walrus squeezed into a condom, it still looks smashing.. in another way though  but women always hear what they want to hear.. so it doesn´t work afterall..
when you ask us what we think…we WILL tell you what we think  but it´s rarely what you want to hear…

Kinia siger:
when i really wanna hear the truth, I always add “seriously” to the sentence

#Panda siger:
seriously usually implies that you REALLY want us to lie to you
hehehe…

Kinia siger:
hahahaha
or when i ask you if u think i’m pretty, I wanna hear that I am, not that I looked better last year or sth

#Panda siger:
so…smashing

Kinia siger:
it is also because men rarely compliment their women

#Panda siger:
ahaa…

Kinia siger:
sssss
and that ’s our way of getting the missing compliments

#Panda siger:
because we think “we don´t need it, so why would anyone else need it?”
right?

Kinia siger:
noooooooooooooooooo
just because ur not hungry, it doesnt mean that smn else isn’t hungry

#Panda siger:
when we don´t understand something… then we are staying away from it…
I can´t do math so I stay the fuck away from rocket science…
we´re still at the flower stage…
some guys have discovered the secrets of making a female subject seem to be pleased by bringing flowers from time to time..
I personally don´t get it.. they don´t really smell that fantastic.. colours are also in the tv.. and you can´t eat them! meaning: I don´t get it..

Kinia siger:
well, i got over u not bringing me flowers, but i really appreciate getting Cocio from time to time

#Panda siger:
might as well bring you some broken glass from the beach.. its coloured.. doesnt smell that good.. and you can´t eat it
the cocio is a bribe..
I hear you sighing and tightening your lips and I just bring you some cocio and get a kiss  hehehe..

Kinia siger:

niccccccccccccceeeeeeeeeeeee
but i like that kinda bribing
but it was still very nice to get the flowers from you when u were here in Gdańsk in the summer

#Panda siger:
the lady at the market had bandages on her hands! she scared me into buying them!
she was completely coo coo..

Kinia siger:
lol
u scared her by speaking a weird foreign language called English!

#Panda siger:
she kept pulling my arm and trying to get me to buy her cursed flowers! it was horrible..
in the end I just reached out for some and threw some money at her and she fell to the ground screaming something like “nosferatu! kocham ce! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
with her long nails and the raggedy piece of cloth wrapped around her head..
poland is a scaaary country..

Kinia siger:
right