And the games begin: Meloneammaccato VS Quellodicesare [soundtrack:
Underworld - Born Slippy ]
know when I want to see it move me the desire to see him.
Because now he wants to see me to "talk". But honestly, I speak I do not care that much. For what? It is so clear that we are not going anywhere that it is pointless even saying it. Therefore go well, even throwing a melon that is bruised, I feel stupid.
is true that there are things that the mind must be in pairs, so that one might write all-attacked. As the taigaelatundra. But if so much in a relationship we are not in, you can change box, no throw you away, oh poor bruised melon.
So see you next week. I realized how did people to go out with me with the unique interest to derive physical pleasure, and now I understand, I can amuse me too, no? Type the prize at the end of an obstacle course, a dish of noodles with meat sauce on top of a mountain. So far was to understand the rules of the game, now we mean business.
Meanwhile, I also recalled that one night I was sleeping Ale, said "Quellodicesare. Perhaps it was also the first night that we were, and I think it was that, just to be original, was late at night, you're not asleep, I even in August there is never a dick to do and then try to rummage through people who are more or less already seen around, cars organizziamoci blind dates. What tristness.
So, I found myself drunk, made, svaccata on the couch of a stranger, without any real reason.
And usually, at least the first time, in these cases is always a blast to have sex. And since, as I said - I find it more convenient to have sex the first night, the end was a very pretty picture.
yet, and yet there are exceptions.
And indeed, there have been some 'idiot I am. Because if one spends the evening to tell you that you always dropped everything and that he was buried ("But now I do not do more, of course. And I'm healthy, I have done tests."), perhaps, perhaps, is even better go home. If not maybe God would make me so lazy, I would also back. But inertia, Aihm takes over more and more often. At
that: "We go to bed?" "Ah, but you want to sleep with me?" "I'm drunk and tired" "Oh, okay."
Film, in bed, starts the scene by < lui fa scivolare piano piano la mano sul lenzuolo avvicinandosi sempre più a quella di lei blabla >. Scene, which should always be cut. Especially since I'm at that point me asleep fat. Not content with already humiliated me before, I wake up making out for 3 or 4 times. And every time it's over with, "No, no, I do not know you enough." Then I woke Quellodicesare "But I want it," and again "No no no."
And is not that we slept in a scene and the other not. They talked. He spoke of his problems, his psychiatrist, how he never lived it the sex, losing virginity, his first serious history. All technical information that are exchanged normally over 3 years of relationship, all there, all in front of me.
seemed he had calmed down, I was falling asleep, when hunting a scream during which I saw all my life passing me by 7, velociveloci. I thought to be dead. But when
I realized that I was still there in the room with him, I wish I were so dead.
But not even that. Quellodicesare, let's face it, is completely stoned: his response to my "What the hell happened?" Was "There are a number of disparate objects hanging on the walls."
not happy with our 3-year report, I ask him more specific information about it, what he had against their peers, though his were divorced when he was little, if he had an evil twin brother.
Even that time, larded into the vortex of the gay psyche.
