itsallabout

About 6 month ago I met this man.

I went to a friends house for a party, and a few hours into the night he walked in. I saw him and thought he looked interesting, but since I am a huge fan of large, tall, bulky men I didnt find him attractive, only interesting in the way I can find old people interesting. Or uglybeautiful people. Whatever, that has nothing to do with the story anyway. I ended up on the balcony with a few friends, and suddelny all of them left and only he was there. So we started talking, and I realised this man is actually very nice. We chatted away and the party went on, we headed for an after party in another friends house and continued the drinking there. On this after party I actually met one of the few people that has ever given me butterflies and the feeling that I would like to call him my boyfriend, but that is a completely different story.

Back to this guy. I noticed he gave me lots of attention during the party, but since I was busy with talking to the soon-to-be-almost-boyfriend I didnt have time to reflect if he did it because we had fun together or if he liked me.

Couple of weeks later. Theme party in a friends house and I was dressed as something that showed a little bit of clevage. I felt like a slut but let it go after my friends told me there will be friends only at the party and since they have all seen me more naked than that, it doesnt matter. And what a party, we had an amazing night I must say. And of course he showed up. Again on the balcony, im sitting under a blanket talking to my friends and he is out for a smoke, I notice he is looking at me and laughing for himself. Really offended, I walk up to him and ask what the problem is, why is he so rude that he is actually standing there laughing at me? Following a long explanation that he is not laughing at me, he just laughed and happened to look at me at the same time.

Later on in the night, same thing happens again.

Laughter, while looking at me. Drunk as I now im, I decide to ask him once again what the problem is.

" -What is you problem, what do you want?!

- I want to fuck you, that is what I want."

No hesitation. And sorry, but attitude is sexy. He followed me home that night.

A few weeks later he moved, left the country. I must say, I do miss the attitude sometimes.

I used to blog.

A long time ago. And I miss it. I even go back and read my old blogs (yes, plural) to remind me of all the cool stuff that I have gone through. The downside is that I have been blogging with my real name, with my real friends and enemies reading, gossiping and following my life.

That is why I this time choose not to tell you who I am. Will anyone read this then?

I dont know. And I dont care if its 5 or 500 who decides to follow this from now on, since it is mostly for myself and my bad memory. Of course I will enjoy it if people actually DO follow me here - if I didnt I would buy me an old fashioned diary and write stuff there.

I will give you juicy details, I promise.

Just give me some time to work on the design of the blog, until then you will just have to put up with the fact that is boring and only text. Photos will be uploaded, but as you can understand I will not be posting any pics of either me of my friends since that would ruin the whole idea of being private.

However.

Enjoy. And see you soon.