Babe, even though I only see you on the TV screen,
With all those girls and your toys and your pleasured scream
I’ll easy spend up all this loving for my dream boy
I don’t want to share. Even when it’s quiet, I’ll be thinking about you
I’ll be thinking about you, babe, I’ll be thinking about you.When you’re with that other girl, I hope you’re thinking about me, I hope you’re thinking bout me, babe.
Cause I’m thinking about you.
I explained the study to my university acquaintance. A heterosexual man and woman enter the lab through separate doors. They sit face to face and answer a series of increasingly personal questions. Then they stare silently into each other’s eyes for four minutes. The most tantalizing detail: Six months later, two participants were married. They invited the entire lab to the ceremony.
‘let’s try it’, he said
I’ve skied steep slopes and hung from a rock face by a short length of rope, but staring into someone’s eyes for four silent minutes was one of the more thrilling and terrifying experiences of my life. I spent the first couple of minutes just trying to breathe properly. There was a lot of nervous smiling until, eventually, we settled in.
Last night a bottle of Chiraz and I were sitting on the curb-stone in front of my building being sad. And who am I calling? The number one man in my life: dad.
We haven’t talked for weeks so went for more than an hour when a guy stops brutally his bike to tell me that I am beautiful.
I smile and say thanks.
Dad, what was I saying?
2 minutes later, the guy comes back to ask for my name and…my hand.
Dude, I am on the phone!
yeah, yeah…what’s your name?
Uhm, can you wait a little? I am talking with my father here!
I am hanging up very politely to my father to listen to this stranger – sometimes strangers have a gift to change my mood with their stories so I am listening.
I am not a drug dealer. I don’t take drugs. Do you? No you don’t. You don’t look like someone who takes. Those are ugly people. I don’t, well maybe some cocaine…oh, you Romanians have the BEST coke ever! Oh, you people are mental… especially fathers. If they have a daughter they would cut your throat for her. That’s why I let you talk to him. I though it was your boyfriend tho.. Ohhhhh boy.. I know, my ex was half-Romanian. That bitch!! Do you know she wanted to take half from me when we divorced?? But police took everything anyway… haha! Yeah, motherfuckers. I did 3 years in jail. They caught me selling…
So you DO sell drugs!
Ha, I don’t… I mean, the judge said I ruin people’s lives. But I don’t see it like that! People can decide, do you know what I mean? They can say no to drugs. Why am I the bad guy just for selling to those who want it? And the fucking government is putting drugs on the street. Fucking assholes!! They should give me a break! Man… I wanted to kill myself in there. But it’s not like they say… I mean, sure, there are weak guys, but there are also protectors. I was helping them. And their families paid me for it. By the time I got out I had a 40k in my account. I like helping people. If something makes you happy I will do it for you. I am serious.
You don’t even know me. 🙂
I can tell. I read people. You’re good. You’re beautiful and smart. You argue with me. I hate women who always agree with what you say. Ugh. Those are the worst! never trust them. But you’re true. You like it here? You wanna stay here? You want a visa? Marry me! No, seriously, I would do that for you. Just to see you happy!
Haha, thanks. This is too easy and you wouldn’t be my first choice though…
Well of course. You’re beautiful. You can get a guy easily. What? you don’t think so? I am telling you. If you come to my club you will be [ah, I forgot the word] by men. But you don’t go out much, do you? Yeah, I can tell… So when can I take you to dinner?
Dad is calling me.
My dad actually called me back to check if I am safe. 😮 pfff ❤ that man!
Saved by the bell. I ran inside the electronic doors and I didn’t even look back. I could hear him punching the doors and yelling:
HEY! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!! HEY!! COME BACK!
You know those creatures who live on the green waves in Australia’s wild beaches? They all have golden curls, a Colgate smile, a six pack and perfect hands for each part of your body. 😀
You’ve probably seen them around or at least heard some stories… Well I just met few of them and, truth be told, they don’t do anything but surf, eat, drink, repeat!
oh, and LIE. I heard some can love too, but I haven’t got into that yet.
Just got back from my spring break in Sydney and Surf Camp Australia. My first days in Australia put me on a surf board and even though it was huge, heavy and hard as fuck, I have never liked anything better (except making love). Just like Steve-O did when he came down to have the authentic Australian surfers experience, I went to Surf Camp.
I have never been to a camp and I have never taken any lessons in my life. Always wished to learn the right way to play a sport or an instrument, but my parents cared more about my math and literature knowledge. And who can blame them? This is all what people these days talk about, right? haha
Australia’s surfers are young and restless. I could listen some of them forever. They can talk about WWT forever. And with an accent and a slang. M.M.MMM!! And that is not world war three, but Wind, Waves and Tide.
So, what is the first thing surfers do???
Omg, say perfect one more time and I will… Yeah! Surfers are liars. They say your rolling and jumping on the sand like a penguin is epic. They’ll give you enough confidence to go dip in crazy stupid waves and try standing on a surf board. It will take a couple of hours till you manage to have 5 amazing seconds up and they will just wave at you saying that was AMAZING! (I am rolling my eyes right now – amazing my ass!). Then they cheat and leave you there to catch some of their own. Now that is something I could never get tired of watching! But come back… come back! (I know you feel me here)
You tell them they are awesome and they’ll be like:
No, you are awesome! well that’s only half of lie. We could be awesome together, you know? Now this goes in a very cheesy direction… but if you really wanna hear a cheesy thing, I have decided to named my kid after one of the surfers I met this week. I am serious. He won a spot into my heart. And he only lied to me once. But he did it so well I actually believed him. This guy made me realise how silly and incorrect I look on the board and he pushed me so hard and couldn’t even look into his eyes after I gloriously crashed a moment later. Later on, when I made him smile a bit, I could picture how our kids would look like :))
Surfers are liars, I am telling you.
You tell them they are hot and they will be like:
No, no, why would you say so?
Uhm, I have eyes!?
Don’t go to Surfers Camp. They be walking all day naked and flashing their perfectly tanned bodies without even caring your heart might be sensitive. You’re gonna wake up at 7am and breakfast will be served by some Adonis who will open your mouth instantly. You’re gonna go to the beach together with dozens of people all over the world who probably have batter stories than yours and do some warming up that makes you subscribe to gym.
After one day all your muscles are sore as fuck and you start regretting all those hours on the couch watching Netflix instead of working out your ass. That’s it! I am gonna be the next squat queen! BS! If only I would have them every morning taking me to the beach and making me do the Christmas Birthday positions on the sand… ah! Imagine Chris Hemsworth doing it (with) to you. Cuz that’s how my instructor looked like! I called him Thor. Damn, that boy! I almost cried when he said goodbye. From all the teachers I had in my life, he’s the one I am gonna miss the most! 😦
Surfers would smile, love and disappear in deep waters and do magic tricks on their boars. The other day I was riding my board when one of them caught me and while we were on the same wave he asked me to jump on his board.
What?! Are you flirting with me? Oh my lord, is he asking me OUT of my comfort zone?!
NO! YOU jump on my board! I screamed confident as fuck (like I am super busy and can’t be bothered to have more contact with the surfer of the week chosen by female campers)
2 seconds later he was on my board. But then he probably sensed my intentions and went back into the sea. I rode the wave till the beach and felt exactly after best the best one night stand. Well, probably more like Ariel when she got legs – shaking as hell J))
That was my highlight and my …first time. Ha! Not a surfing virgin anymore. Got one of them on my board! Pam pam!
Surf Camp was absolutely the best thing I did in Australia! Waking up at 7 am every morning to see a team of professional surfers treating you like you’re the next team member can totally make you forget about the bed and whatever you did last night.
One day I will live somewhere on the beach where the wwt are peerrrrrrfeeect for surfing and all my neighbors would surf, eat sleep repeat. And my baby surfer boy would learn. 😀
It’s sad when you get attached to people you might never see them again. I fell in love every single day and I will do it all over again. One day I will live somewhere on the beach where the wwt are peerrrrrrfeeect for surfing and all my neighbors would surf, eat sleep repeat. And my baby surfer boy would learn.
Now you know. Surfers are not only fit, talented and fun. They lie too. They’ll make you love them to the end of wave and back. Infinite times. They will tell you see you later, but if the waves call them, prepare to miss them! Ah, dem surfers!!! ❤
You’ve been asking me how am I doing and how this land is like. I am just taking a moment now from my flimsy routine to tell you that…
I am loving it!!!
I don’t remember the last time I was this happy and thrilled! I guess the Universe is playing fair. After years of struggles and grey skies, finally I see some bright lights. I am glooming and blooming every day down here! I love everything! from the beautiful apartment where I dance naked almost every morning, to every single skyscraper, street, cafe or smiling person I see. Life is good. I feel free, safe, loved (cuz I am doing it) and …home! 🙂
I am not an easily pleased person and I am not saying I am not coming back, but this is truly my place!
I am doing good. I still have some money left, I am relaxed, trying to live in the moment and not thinking too much, I am comfortable, meeting new people and doing stuff I have never done before!
It’s beautiful. ❤ It’s peaceful and it’s simply perfect for me. I am grateful and still amazed that I am here! Here’s why:
- It’s sunny and I can wear shorts and flops anytime
- People don’t give a damn aka very laid back
- No spiders or snakes at 26th floor
- Best coffee in the world
- Walking distance to a great cafe/restaurant from anywhere you are in the city
- Huge windows so you can mirror yourself or see the rest of the world clearly
- I wake up and go to sleep by looking at my window and saying DAMN, this is soooo good!
- A European girl like me (who’s a 7/8 back home in the hot people’s land like Dk) can be easily a 10 down here
- I am literally in the longest vacation of my life! It’s been 2 months and I don’t feel like ever going back!
- I love myself.
I hope you’re doing well. Some of you look really great on Snapchat and Facebook. So stay good!
PS: I had a nice convo with a lady in a shop today:
lady: Any plans for the long weekend?
me: yes, I am going to Sydney. I have never been to Sydney…
lady: Yeah! Me neither!! 😉
me: … [smile cuz she’s just being sarcastic]