Just for The Record

A few words of 'em all.

Peter. I haven't seen him since August but that's only because I haven't wanted to see him. He keeps on texting and calling every now and then but I keep making excuses such as not having time, being busy etc. Last weekend I was at the Uni again, and as it turned out Peter was giving a workshop in the same town on Saturday. He asked me a few days earlier about accommodation there but I told him that my school's dorm is probably full and suggested a few places far away from there. Friday night I was out with my friends when he suddenly called. My first thought? Noooooooo, I have to invite him out now! I was in luck, he didn't ask about my whereabouts at all. He wanted to know how to get to my school's dorm from the main building. Damn! He was in the same building as me for the weekend. He so invaded my territory. AND he was literally neighbours with John. He then called me on Monday. I was at a meeting so I told him to call later. He didn't. Then he sent me a text on Wednesday about being sick for the last couple of days and promising to contact me on Thursday. The reason for wanting to meet me? His soul needs the touch of my feminine irony and charm. His words, not mine. Oh so cheesy.

John. I have a lot to tell you. This needs a separate post. But just so you know what to expect, we've had quite some alone time with him. Drunk and sober, intercourse and no intercourse, here and there. He's tells me he wants to be with me on one moment and panicks about the age difference on the other. I have told him that I don't trust him and that I have nothing against spending time with him but I won't be expecting anything from him. And that's true. I like to be with him but I stopped dreaming about a mutual future quite some time ago. The funny thing is he has barely contacted me this week and I have barely noticed. And now during writing this post I received a text message from him. Love has come over me again :) Ok. So. What do you want me to say? When I don't know what to say or just don't want to answer I like to respond with questions. This time? It goes in cycles alike with economy for you?

Carl. We've found a mutual fondness for vampires. He, too, goes in cycles, I think. Every now and then he gets really enthusiastic and suggests going to the movies some time. This one weekend he even wanted to come over to make movies-food-wine night at my place. I was really busy that night so instead I invited him to a concert I was helping to organise. He liked it and we had fun. We went to dinner with the festival crowd after the concert and then he gave me a cab ride home. That's about it.

Mark. No news. Haven't talked much lately. My brother is a trainee at the company he works in at the moment. Thanks to him for that!

William. I saw him on Tuesday. The first time I saw him after that kiss. We were at the same event and he called a little after the start but I shut the phone off and sent him a text about the first talker already being on. A couple of hours later the event was over. When we finally got to each other through the crowd I greeted him with a hug. He hugged me back and gave me a kiss on my temple. He also had something to give me. It was a wooden box. I went through hell trying to open it at home but when I finally did, it was worth it. Sorry girls, no pearls or diamonds. Just a bottle of good wine.

Random men. I've been e-mailing with this young lawyer for past couple of weeks. Just chatting about the matters of the world, all through irony and friendly sarcasm. He seems smart and funny. I asked from a mutual friend about him and she told me nothing but good of him. A couple of days ago he asked me about my weekend plans. I told him I was attending a school reunion Friday night but don't have any other plans for the rest of the weekend. He proposed going on a walk. I like walks, I told him. This morning we exchanged numbers via Windows Live. I told him a little about the reunion I was having tonight. I told him I'm not exactly too eager to go - not that I don't want to be with the people there but it's being held at a place about 50 miles out of town which means I have to stay overnight. I prefer sleeping at home. And he told me he could come and pick me up if it got too bad. He's really cute. I hope he becomes worthy of having a name instead of being a random man.

William: Save All Your Kisses For Me!

Sorry for the long pause. The 'busy times' I told you about before are over for now. In fact, we had the big closure event last Sunday night. I wasn't feeling too well so I left around half past midnight already. William and I were in different tables so we didn't get to spend almost any time together at the party but he was the one to give me a ride home.

We sat in the car for twenty minutes or so, just discussing the work done and the outcome etc. Before leaving he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in as usually and.. kissed my cheek again. He pulled me closer for a hug and when releasing me from his grip our lips finally met. It wasn't long. It wasn't deep. But it was oh so soft. It was sweet.

We then exchanged a few more lines, my hand in his, and then I left. We haven't seen since but we're both been quite busy. I hope our paths cross again some time.

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Quick updates about the other guys, too.

Peter sent me two completely empty texts in a row on Monday. I have no idea what was that about since I didn't reply. Nor he has contacted since then. I'm in luck!

Carl and I have become a little distant for now. We still stick together at mutual events but on a friendly level, of course. Our daily chats have been on the wane for quite some time 'tho.

Mark is still Mark. He always starts with his 'naughty talk' on the Windows Live when he's bored. ( Will get to the end of the wedding story soon! Sorry!!! )

John.. Well, I told you about us chatting all normally the last time. It's still the same. And we did meet on Tuesday, he was in town for a meeting and we went out for a coffee after it. He told me about his business trips and work and then we talked about politics.. and that was about it. Later on he sent me a text saying it was so good to see me.


I've slept the first half of the week and run around the other half so I have a lot of catching up to do on all of your fabulous blogs!


Love,

Passion

BRB

The past month has been absolutely crazy work wise and the next two weeks will be even worse. Meaning The Mark Story will have to wait a little more to be finished. 'Tho it hasn't exactly ended yet so 'finish' is not the right word to use.. Let's say it will take a bit of time before I can get it up to date here.

Just a quick review on the men lately:

John is on a business trip this week. We have had a few IM chats via Skype and things are more than normal. No pain hidden in our words, nothing like that. Just plain friendly talkin' on daily subjects and life philosophy and other blabla as such.

Peter I've heard nothing of for a couple of weeks - the last time he called me I told him I was busy and he asked me if there was any point of contacting me before the end of the busy time (in the middle of October) and I said 'no'. Hopefully he forgets and won't contact me at all, I just don't like to be mean and reject anyone yet I don't want to go out with him either.

Mark is being so Mark. We have a few MSN chats weekly and the last weekend he even called me and tried to convince me to go out clubbing with him. And then he forgot the Skype call on so I overheard him talking to his friend about me. That's a part of The Mark Story and will come soon.

And then there are the Random men as I have labelled them. There are a few that aren't actually that random at all since I associate with them daily but anything too interesting hasn't happened.

There is one young boy who is pretty much the male me - we act the same, we think the same, we like the same. 'Tho I like it a lot I can still feel his youth. He is a lot more mature than other boys of his age but he still lacks experience and tact and is a bit immature time to time. We get along extremely well. The first few days after we met there was some intense flirting but then we discovered that we understand each other so well we can come to each other with our deepest worries. So we're more like fiduciaries than anything else to one another. The flirt hasn't really gone anywhere but it's not spicy anymore, I'd rather call it ineluctable since we are both irresistable, haha. But I'd still like to give him a name and his own label, too. The young boy will be known as Carl from here on.

And then there is the man I've paired up at work for the busy times. When around others we act all normal - that means very very friendly since everyone has understood we get along more than well. But when we're going around doing our thing.. well, let's just say the heat is hot. Our flirt is so very assertive and I think that's exactly what we like about each other - the confidence and the wit. And yet it's not sexy and seducive but rather attractive and trusting - and strangely natural. Very weird. And again, I love the fact he's a man of experience, I can sense it with every cell in my body. Even 'tho the chances of things staying just platonic are high I would still like to name him, too. Everybody, let's welcome William to the bunch.

I will probably never change. Short posts are just impossible to achieve.


Love,

Passion

Mark: Curious part 2

By the time we got back from the hike it was already around 9PM. A few guests that had left on Saturday night had come back during our hike but most of them left soon. My mother among them. Be a good girl, she said when I escorted her to her car. Don't do anything mischievous. Well, I was drunk when she told me that. I tried my best to seem as clear as possible, and to sound as credible as possible, when saying Oh c'mon.. Pleeeaaasee.. Why would I ever do anything like that?

Later on after dinner (accompanied by alcohol and more alcohol) we were all (a group of ten or so) sitting around the table in the party tent and just chillin'. And then we started playing cards. We all invited some good friends to join us, my BFF was Champagne with Watermelon Chunks. That was because the cards were for drinking games, not for good old poker. I was sitting next to Mark and on his other hand was Grace. What a lucky guy, a blonde on his one hand and a brunette on his other.

We all got more and more drunk and some people were already going to bed. Eventually it was me, Mark, Grace, The Bride and The Photographer (obviously not in the condition to be taking any pictures that night). And that's when things got awkward. Who knows why but all of sudden Mark and Grace were having an argument over the table (by that time I was sitting between them). Grace left saying that she has had it and that she is going to sleep. The Bride went after her.

We were sitting there with Mark, both wasted and he in a very grumpy mood. Before I got a chance to say anything The Bride was back. She was almost hysterical (drunk hysterical which isn't particularily fun) and very angry with Mark for making a person she loves cry. 'You might see her as an angel, you know, everybody does. But you don't understand that she's like the devil to me,' he said. That didn't really work, you know. So I got up and tried my best to calm her down, telling her to go and check up on Grace and let me handle Mark (I still don't understand how I manage to do things like that). And to go to sleep, both her and Grace. Unbelievable, but she did.

I sat down next to Mark and put my hand on his shoulder to talk to him about the whole thing. He pushed me away. Don't touch me. I know you're on their side, I heard you talking to The Bride. What do you do with an almost hysterical man that is grumpy, irritable and resentful? You lie to them. Tell them sweet little white lies. Such as I just wanted to calm her down, ACTUALLY I'm on your side. Well, it wasn't all lies, I really wanted to calm The Bride down so she would leave and give me some alone time with Mark.

So we just started to chat and he cooled pretty much off. We talked about love, life, politics, anything. Not that I recall any details since as you might remember, we were absolutely wasted. But you too may have experienced the way people become great thinkers, true philosophers when they bring their good buddy Booze to the set. We sat there for hours, and as the night before, he again kept on telling me how beautiful I was and how good it was to listen to me and how much he enjoys chatting with me. The 'I really shouldn't be saying this but..' hadn't left us either.

At the beginning Grace kept on calling him. He kept on ending the call. And she still kept on calling. And he still kept on ending the call. Then she started texting. The first few he read but at some point he didn't even bother anymore. So there we were, chatting away. Suddenly I noticed we hadn't been talking for a while. We had been kissing. Hmm, how did that happen, I wonder? There was a moment when he broke the kiss and turned his head towards the open wall of the tent. We have already been seen, he said.


Oh my, I did promise to finish with the wedding with this post but obviously this isn't the case. So much for making it short. Stay tuned for more!

To be continued.


Love,

Passion

Curious

Mark and I became more friendly later that night. We hadn't met before since I haven't attended any family events of that branch of the family for years, and he is the boyfriend of one of my relatives from that very branch. As we chatted every now and then, it became more and more clear we had chemistry. Every now and then he told me how beautiful I was, each time accompanied by a 'I really shouldn't be saying this but..'.

At some point he did something really stupid. Well, we were all drunk but still. We were sitting on benches facing each other and talking and suddenly he grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a quick kiss; it wasn't much, lasted maybe for a second or so, you know the kind of one where the lips touch just for a moment and you don't really have the time nor the need to open your mouth but when parting the lips part the last and obviously not willingly. Well, he really got me by surprise. Since, you know, we were in a party tent with at least 10-15 of others still there, plus the band playing right in front of our noses. At that moment, it seemed to me that no one had noticed.

As it turned out, someone HAD noticed. Lucky for us, it wasn't Grace, his girlfriend (and my relative. We have the same family name.). It was the bride's father, Grace's uncle. At some point, when Mark nor Grace were around, he told me to be careful when choosing people to be around and to behave myself. He didn't mention any names but it was more than obvious since we had been getting along too well with Mark. Of course, I said. Everything's under control, I assured.

When ever we happened to be on our own, Mark always started with another one of his 'I know I shouldn't say this but..'s. At one point, he even asked me why did I hate Grace so much. I was confused - why would I ever hate Grace? I hadn't seen her for at least five years. He thought that I was playing with him t get back at Grace. I haven't done anything, I told him. Besides, I am not the one who has to answer to anyone here. And then he kissed me. It wasn't long but it sure was passionate. No buss this time. And then he went to sleep and so did I. Separately.

The next morning (well, it was around noon actually) the whole crowd didn't risk with getting a hangover and continued drinking. Mine and Grace's sister's Let's-Prevent-Hangover-And-Get-Drunk-Again Drink was beer and white wine, half-and-half in one glass. We were planning on going hiking and were waiting for everyone to get up and get ready. As usually, Mark was the last one to come up, some others had already drank too much by that time and went BACK to sleep. A bit later he came to me with funny news.

'Grace told me you had pretty pictures on Orkut. She also asked me if I liked that pretty girl.' OK, I thought to myself. Gotta be more careful from here on. And still I managed to get on their car when it was time to hit the road to drive to the hiking route. And most of the time during the hiking Mark and me kept rather close. Not all of the time but some for sure. Especially in the end, when we walked side by side and talked quietly. He kept on coming with that notorious line of his, usually followed by a You're so beautiful or It's so good to listen to you.

When we got back to the cars, we had to wait for Grace to come since she was the last one in the line. This round it was Grace's sister who sat in the passenger seat instead of Mark. Mark was sitting next to me in the back. There was one more guy back there so there wasn't much of room so we were pressed against each other rather tight. Obviously, neither of us complained. The not so great part was Grace addressing Mark with something by starting with 'When you stop the hitting on,'. She had some petty request but the first part of the sentence was the alerting one. Be more careful! a little Devil shouted on my shoulder. The little Angel was on a vay-cay.

To be continued. The next time I will end the wedding part and if it doesn't get too long, let you know about the present-day, too. The past two days have been rather.. interesting in the Mark department.

Love,

Passion

S.O.S.

My sweet little laptop is having some issues. She (yes, it's a she) doesn't want me to come online anymore, I suspect, since her wireless network adapter is giving me some trouble. It seems to be lost! I'm not sure if the problem is with the hardware or the driver but I sure know I can't use any wireless. And that's all I have at my apartment. Hopefully things get fixed soon since the Mark story is getting longer and more interesting (for me, at least) by the minute. ;)

Hope to update soon!

Love,

Passion

Pending

Before I start the Wedding Weekend story (which I shall try my best to make short), I just have to mention something. By the four-days-theory, Peter was supposed to contact me today (Saturday). He already broke the new rule. He contacted me yesterday which was a day early. AND today, too.

Instead of telling you about the whole wedding (which was so very beautiful) I'll just go straight to the subject of men. I have already told you about my way to pick some guy out at any event and then start the hunt. I knew the wedding is not going to be a very big one so I assumed there will be two kind of men - half will be my relatives and the other half taken. And all the rest are just ugly. I was right.

I thought it would be a good idea to find some single eyecandy since the opposite would have been too much of a risk. I found one very cute guy who looked rather young but the wavy surfer hair and bright blue eyes assured me that wouldn't matter since hey, it's not like I wanted to marry him. He had noticed me, too, and we had a nice little eye contact thing going on. Aaand then he walked by with his hand around his girlfriend whose date he was at the wedding. That didn't exactly stop him from continuing the eye contact thingie with me. I found it amusing and gave him a shrewd grin whenever he dit it, but crossed him of my list for anything more.

Then there was the photographer. He was cute. He had a cute German accent. The wedding itself was very multicultural, I suppose, since a lot of guests were from different countries like Canada, Germany etc so the two main languages were our native tongue and English. So, back to the photographer. He hadn't noticed me at first but grew to like me after the photoshoot of guests for the wedding album. He, too, tried making eye contact plus he had the advantage of watching people through the camera. As I said, he was rather cute, but I think he maybe had had too much of that famous German lager since he had already developed a beer belly. He was very attentive and sincere but that was exactly why I didn't want to pursue anything romantic with him - I recognized the type to fall easily in him and I guess I agreed with the voice of my conscience that it really would not be a nice thing to hurt him.

And then there was Mark. Oh, I really want to write about him but the thing is, if I want to make it short, I wouldn't get everything said. If I got everything said, it would be too long. So I'll just stop here and start with him in the next post dedicated to him alone. By the way, in the first post after the wedding I promised the wedding weekend story to come soon and was hoping that things have maybe become more interesting by that time. They have, indeed.

To be continued.

Love,

Passion