The Cube Game

Have you ever played the cube game?

This was the moment when James got my attention tonight. I said no and indulged him to proceed into details.

So, there is the space and a cube in it. Deacribe the cube!

Well it’s a 2 apples size black cube floating … That’s it.

Ok. Now you have a ladder. Where and how is the ladder?

I see an old school ladder, medium sized like those treasure boxes pirates find in their adventures. This is one is sitting on the ground below the cube.

Hmm interesting. Now there is a pony in the space. Describe the pony.

My pony is a baby unicorn who changes its colors. Like cameleons.

Oh wow! Ok. Now the last questions. A storm is coming. How do u see the storm?

Well simply like a tornado destroying and taking everything up  with it.

James did a quite cool interpretation of all these elements in my univers and that’s how he forgot I am not the hottest the girl at the party. I wanted to go to this birthday party tonight but I was scared to…so I was inviting anyone I found funny enough to join me for free champaigne with fancy people but since they all turned me down, I went there alone. If though I barely knew the Australian birthday boy and none of his upper class friends, I had the courage to show up wearing black jeans, rain boots and a white ripped tee. James even agreed that I looked like I just got off from work (which I did actually). Oh well. The night turned out to be way more interesting than I expected. Me and James played some drinking games, which I won, then we crashed a party in a club in a Church and then we ate carrots at MacDonalds! Haha. For real! Oh, and whenever he tried to kiss me I took his hand and dragged him to a very unconfortable friendzone. But hey, at least his best friend there said I was his favourite Danish person, even tho I was the least Danish at the party. Second Oh, there was this blondie at the party who we all said she is the hottest tonight, but who actually gave me the most lovely compliments I ever got from a girl. She said I had such a great an unusual attitude and I was quite brave going there in the beginning. Well I guess I was really undersdressed, but that didnt stop me having a great time! That champagne…

Thanks guys!

Love,

The non-danish girl!
Ps: check my snapstory if you dont believe me haha

Pps: Happy Birthday to my friends Morgan from Australia and Andrew from New Zealand! ❤️

 

Inapoi la realitate

Cand treci de 25 de ani incep problemele. Asa mi-a zis mama si asa o zice si subsemnata 200 de zile pe an. Deci gata, s-a terminat cu joaca! Te apropii incet de 30 si trebuie sa fii serios. Incepi sa devii independent si pe langa ca te deprima maxim toate facturile, mai primesti si de la societate niste palme de genu’: “Ai 27 de ani si esti inca studenta?” sau “Poate ar trebui sa te impaci cu fostul tau prieten…macar el te iubeste.” huh?! Ramai plesnita. Deci nu am eu destule probleme personale pe care le negociez zilnic cu alea 3 selfuri ca mai tre sa ma ocup si de nevoile altora?

Nu, nu, de fapt toata lumea are intentii bune si ma vrea linistita la casa mea. Inteleg. Si eu vreau asta, doar ca mai am niste treburi de rezolvat pana acolo si atunci (cred ca am stabilit asta ieri). Azi insa m-au cam coplesit toate vocile pe care le-am auzit acasa (aka Romania) saptamana trecuta cand am fugit din Danemarca o saptamana la mama acasa si in bratele celor care stiu ca ma iubesc mai mult ca mine sa traiesc in laude si incurajari. Si am fost tare fericita, vreo 7 zile, pana cand…

… de 8 martie am primit un mesaj ciudat: “Iti doresc ca viata ta sa fie precum azi.” Noah…deci tre’ sa imi fac o zi perfecta! Am zis! Am zambit, baut o cafea si iesit in soare. Am avut de mers la 5 intalniri, dar prima o fost atat de grozava incat am cedat psihic. O venit baiatu’ cu floricele, cafea, plimbari in parc si un dar de a povesti incredibil! Dupa 5 ore (in care am recuperat cei 6 ani in care nu ne-am vazut) eu am trecut la intalnirea numarul 2. Pentru prima data am ajuns intr-un local gol si m-am bucurat ca eram doar noi, 7 prietene din copilarie. O fost ciudat. N-am mai avut povesti. Am plecat la a treia intalnire, unde am asteptat numarul 4. Adormise deja. Ah, pe a cincea am anulat-o de dimineata oricum. Stiusem eu de ce.

Asta mi-a fost mie 8 martie – ziua care trebuia sa fie precum viata. Entuziasm, soare, flori, cafele, povesti, fumuri, prieteni din copilarie, barbati adormiti, intalniri ratate, analize si dormind neinvelita??! A, sambata noaptea a fost iar cu subinteles. De-aia duminica am adormit dimineata la 10 si la 12 jumate mi-am inceput restul vietii. Aiurea. Nu conteaza. Vroiam doar sa zic ca asta seara am dat niste apa la soareci prin aeroport si am tot incercat sa imi explic ce s-a tot intamplat. Am ajuns in avion si dupa o ora de chinuiala, muci trasi si lacrimi ude m-am dus la baie, mi-am zis ca is prea batrana sa-mi mai bat capul (si-asa mi-o slabit memoria si voi uita curand), m-am spalat pe fata si m-am intors sa vorbesc cu baiatu’ langa care stateam. Frumusel, destept, tinerel si timid. Cu un nume ciudat, cu niste pantaloni largi si un ghiozdan venea in Copenhaga pentru prima data. Si nu stia nimic. Apai cand am auzit eu ca de-abia a implinit 20 de ani si e primul lui zbor si nu stie nici cu ce sa ajunga in oras, da’ ma intreaba ce galerii faine sa viziteze… am uitat de toate problemele mele de fata batrana si in urmatoarele 2 ore am avut super grija de el: i-am explicat cum e cu avioanele, bicicletele, razboaiele, natiunile unite, egalitatea, politica, artistii, sirenele si i-am vorbit si despre sexul neprotejat in Danemarca. Serios. M-o strans tare in brate si mi-o multumit pentru tot. Cred ca s-o indragostit putin, da’ nu-mi pasa! Ma bucur maxim! 😀 so, unfuck +25!!

ps: am citit azi un articol tare prost pe smartwomen.ro si m-am inspirat putin de acolo. este scris de femeia care se lupta cu dorintele ei nebanuite impotriva mersului societatii si comentat de barbatii lenesi si prea destepti inclusiv ca sa comenteze.

pps: l-am citit pe tren dupa ce am lasat baiatul in treaba lui