Tuesday, January 27, 2009

'for single friends' eyes only'

One of many things I appreciate James for is his sense of humor. He knows about this blog and reads it from time to time. Once I mentioned him that I had updated my other blog but I had not written anything on this one. And he replied 'so once you are in a relationship with me now then sex and the medina will suffer from no stories as you cannot have any adventures with boys now so you will not write a lot' and he laughed. The only word I said was 'well...' but I did not know how to finish the sentence. My sexual life has become very stable now. Not a good material for this blog.

So, as I do not get into cabs and pass the Eiffel Tower and then I do not walk around the neighborhoods of my newly met sex dates at night in order to buy condoms, as I do not make out on the bridges above the river in the city of lovers near Notre Dame, as I do not hook up with random guys near mosques while waiting for other guys who blow me off (please, don't confuse blowing off with blowjobs), as I do not have eye connection with some strangers on the streets of a capital of a Southern European country and I do not get into their cars, as I do not call my fuck buddies at 1 AM because I am horny - as I do not happen to do these seemingly exciting things and considering the fact that I do not want the readers of this blog to flow away I will provide you with some silly but hilarious stories of my single friends (God bless single friends!).

One of my friends - W. who happened to live with me in Northern Africa and who happens to live with me here goes out with me almost all the time. We have our favorite expats' hot spot called 'Kingston' and we are there every Thursday. It is classy, fun and fabulous. While we were there W. got lucky to attract the guy playing saxophone. Maybe he was not the cutest guy on earth but he played sax. And as it later turned out he was a mix of three different nationalities and I guess I do not have to stress how much I like it (and so does she now after hanging out way too much with me). So while she was making out with him I sent her a message 'he is playing sax. don't refuse ANYTHING!'. But the things with them did not go further and somehow she ended up with another guy. She could not remember his name so she would call him 'Leen' (that's how she understood his name in a loud night club) or more often 'horny guy' (guess why). She spent rest of the night in Kingston with him. The next Thursday in our hot spot she met up with a Spanish guy and made out with him on the dance floor. I texted her 'I like him. Go for it!' to approve her choice and praise her good taste. She also stayed with him until the end of the party but didn't take him home.

Last Thursday when we met up before the party she looked terrified. On the way from the metro station to Kingston passing the Justice Palace and a promenade overlooking the city she admitted she had received two text messages on that day. One of which was from the horny guy and the other from the Spanish guy. Both were saying the same - that they would be delighted to see her in Kingston that night. She panicked. Probably, the sax guy would be there too meaning three guys she made out with - and at least two of them hoping for more. Over the course of the night she managed to make them not to come using weak but efficient excuses like 'oh sorry, I'm too tired today. Let's just call it a night' or 'I do not feel like partying tonight. It is just going to be me, a glass of wine and a film'. So we enjoyed the night together dancing and having fun with our friends. 

The relation with both of them somehow continued. 

The Spanish guy became very romantic. Another time, he took her out for a dinner and brought her to his spotlessly clean apartment. She got terrified again. What guy would keep his apartment that clean? It looked like a hospital or museum. Is he normal? What would he think if he saw my dirty room? Nevertheless, he was a gentleman and she couldn't reject him because of the clean flat, could she? He also brought her a cock (the animal of course - a small souvenir) from his trip to Northern Portugal. During one of the dates he said 'I might be falling in love with you'. That was too much. And this way he spoiled it saying something stupid like 'I love you'... Too clean flat, a cock and I love you? Too much. It had no future. The relation slowed down and invisibly finished. Then she just saw him dancing in a nightclub with some other girl a few weeks later...

Leen was also 'taken into consideration' a few times. He was the hilarious/pathetic clumsy type of a guy. Sometimes it was funny, sometimes it was better to cover your eyes with your hands or simply look away. He was lucky to be invited 'upstairs' which was good for both of them. I was already worried W. could get revirginized so I appreciated her interactions with horny Leen. No significant connection though so it never evolved further. It could not have been love so it's over now.

Show must go on. Fun must go on. Games must go on.

Although I would never trade the relationship with James to anything/anyone else I have to sincerely admit I sometimes miss those carefree stories - you never know where you will wake up or whether you pass the Eiffel Tower at night.

Luckily, we have memories. And single friends.

Friday, January 23, 2009

'octo-PUSSY'

A few days ago, I spoke on Facebook with my North African ex. He is in a relationship now. His boyfriend lives and studies in his city but is originally from another North African country. Unfortunately, they will have to switch to long-distance relationship soon. His boyfriend is moving back to his country and my ex will start his masters in Europe. I asked the standard question I always ask in such situations - what will happen with your relationship now? The answer I got was 'we don't know, we don't speak about it now and do not intend to do so, our relation will inevitably change but we will definitely stay in touch...'. 

'Is that all there is?' I thought. Isn't there any desire and willingness to fight for it? I know it is often about families and the society but don't they have guts to challenge themselves and try to make it work? And if there is no will then why are they together? What is the point of such a relationship? Fun? The feeling or having someone even if it is only for a limited period of time? What feelings do they have towards each other? I really cannot understand it...

The conversation continued but suddenly it was interrupted... My ex said 'listen I am having a terrible diarrhoea. I don't know if I will make it to the toilet'
There was no way we could continue the conversation. All the topics literally floated away with the liquid #2.
It is so good I am only friends with him now.

Friday, January 2, 2009

'all I want for Christmas is you' - part deux

James has just left today - back to his city on the border between Europe and Asia. He had been here with me for nine amazing days. 

I guess it was the best days we had spent together since we started our relationship. The fact that none of us had holidays helped a lot.

He arrived on the 23rd. The night before, I called him and he terrified me saying he had just got an email saying his flight had been cancelled. I freaked out. He calmly said not to worry and the next day I got another message saying he should be in my city before noon which was earlier than he was supposed to arrive. It calmed me but I was still uncertain whether I would spend this Christmas with him or by myself. The next day knowing that he would arrive during my working hours and being aware that I could not leave the office because of a training I informed the ladies at the reception that I would have a guest arriving. To my happiness I got a call from them saying that my guest had just arrived. It was great to see him. I took him to a café at my office and returned to the training. During the lunch break I drove him home. Then I came back to the office and was counting minutes to the end of the working day. The next day we had the Christmas Eve dinner. At the beginning I realized that it would be my first Christmas dinner without the 'big family' atmosphere. Just me and another person. He felt sort of weird too. It freaked me out but after a great food together, exchange of presents and most of all the fact of spending this magic time with my boyfriend I understood how amazing that evening was.

The rest of our time together was incredible too. Visiting the nice cities around the country, meeting up with some friends and making new ones, sleeping till noon, watching movies, having great sex etc Another thing was the trip to Paris. It was very sweet but also cliché. The whole city is very cliché so why couldn't we be this way too? It was wonderful. We saw the Eiffer Tower, Montmartre, Champs Elysées and all the other must-see places. We walked along the Seine hand in hand and kissed on the bridges over the river. Life is a movie, isn't it?

We had a lot of fun, some serious conversation on the future but also some small dramas and annoying moments. All I know is that I don't want him for Christmas only. I also want him for the rest of the year. And the coming years too.