In curtea castelului din Praga era o fantana, unde am aruncat un banut si mi-am pus o dorinta.
Nu, nu mi-am dorit ce pare a fi evident, asta e imposibil... si cred ca dorinta s-a implinit deja. La 2 zile dupa asta, XVI imi spunea ca si-a facut prietena si ideal ar fi sa nu-l mai deranjez...la ore nepotrivite.
Knock yourself out, love!
luni, 26 septembrie 2011
un banut pentru... fericirea lui
miercuri, 14 septembrie 2011
cuvantul cheie: toleranta
Azi am ajuns la urmatoarea concluzie: pentru ca o relatie sa mearga, unul dintre cei 2 trebuie sa faca o greseala semnificativa, iar celalalt trebuie sa fie dispus sa ierte.
Mentionez ca greseala nu se repeta si iertarea nu trebuie reprosata.
Invat usor...usor.
Mentionez ca greseala nu se repeta si iertarea nu trebuie reprosata.
Invat usor...usor.
joi, 1 septembrie 2011
the chocolate factory is closed
Pfoai ce zi!
Aseara am adormit la Texter pe canapea, uitandu-ma la Inbetweeners.
Spuneam eu la un moment dat ca Monsieur Diplomacy are un detector care se activeaza la orice tentativa de combinatie de-a mea... Evident, s-a activat si aseara. Nu prea ma stresez eu cu ce-l deranjeaza pe Texter, dar facuse un efort si gatise... Dupa 2 ore de sms-uiala si email-uiala, deja il vedeam cum se urca pe pereti. Pe partea cealalta, Monsieur Diplomacy s-a nevrozat ca eram la Texter (asta ca sunt eu sincera cu el si-i spun absolut tot).
Dimineata, in drum spre masina, realizez ca mi-am uitat ciocolata. Shit! Nu ma intorc, ca-mi merge prost. Ma urc in masina. Masina nu porneste. Insist. Degeaba. Fuck!
Ma contrez cu Monsieur Diplomacy la prima ora. Motive banuite de mine, negate de el. Oricum o dau, nu e bine, mereu are ceva de comentat.
Urmeaza schimb de mailuri cu Texter, stresat ca nu i-am acordat atentie 100% aseara:
T: I know I am the married one, and I know you're the one who can have lovers etc, but I think I need to know what you want.
Me: Still the issue with my texting last night? U're married. Assuming I was seeing someone else, u shouldn't have any problem with that.
T: Correct. I wouldn't have a problem... as long as 1, you're open about it, and 2, it doesn't affect the time we choose to spend together. I don't think this is unreasonable.
Me: 1 - I am as open about it as I should be. 2 - I'm sorry for last night, but unfortunately, I can not say it will not happen again. I know u'll say we don't spend that much time together, and so when we do, nothing should interfere... But that's the exact reason for which I simply cannot put behind everything else, just because u're there. I'm not your number one priority, obvious. You can't be my number one, cause u're already committed to someone else. I enjoy spending time with you, even if most of the time we have to see each other late at night, when u're done with your skype-marriage. I make compromises, so should u.
T: I care for you. I really do. But, I'm done. No hard feelings. Hope we can still be friends.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Toate ca toate, dar fara masina sunt distrusa.
Aseara am adormit la Texter pe canapea, uitandu-ma la Inbetweeners.
Spuneam eu la un moment dat ca Monsieur Diplomacy are un detector care se activeaza la orice tentativa de combinatie de-a mea... Evident, s-a activat si aseara. Nu prea ma stresez eu cu ce-l deranjeaza pe Texter, dar facuse un efort si gatise... Dupa 2 ore de sms-uiala si email-uiala, deja il vedeam cum se urca pe pereti. Pe partea cealalta, Monsieur Diplomacy s-a nevrozat ca eram la Texter (asta ca sunt eu sincera cu el si-i spun absolut tot).
Dimineata, in drum spre masina, realizez ca mi-am uitat ciocolata. Shit! Nu ma intorc, ca-mi merge prost. Ma urc in masina. Masina nu porneste. Insist. Degeaba. Fuck!
Ma contrez cu Monsieur Diplomacy la prima ora. Motive banuite de mine, negate de el. Oricum o dau, nu e bine, mereu are ceva de comentat.
Urmeaza schimb de mailuri cu Texter, stresat ca nu i-am acordat atentie 100% aseara:
T: I know I am the married one, and I know you're the one who can have lovers etc, but I think I need to know what you want.
Me: Still the issue with my texting last night? U're married. Assuming I was seeing someone else, u shouldn't have any problem with that.
T: Correct. I wouldn't have a problem... as long as 1, you're open about it, and 2, it doesn't affect the time we choose to spend together. I don't think this is unreasonable.
Me: 1 - I am as open about it as I should be. 2 - I'm sorry for last night, but unfortunately, I can not say it will not happen again. I know u'll say we don't spend that much time together, and so when we do, nothing should interfere... But that's the exact reason for which I simply cannot put behind everything else, just because u're there. I'm not your number one priority, obvious. You can't be my number one, cause u're already committed to someone else. I enjoy spending time with you, even if most of the time we have to see each other late at night, when u're done with your skype-marriage. I make compromises, so should u.
T: I care for you. I really do. But, I'm done. No hard feelings. Hope we can still be friends.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Toate ca toate, dar fara masina sunt distrusa.
Etichete:
men and shit,
texter
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