1. It’s important to have a woman, who helps at home, who cooks from time to time, cleans up and has a job.
2. It’s important to have a woman, who can make you laugh.
3. It’s important to have a woman, who you can trust and who doesn’t lie to you.
4. It’s important to have a woman, who is good in bed and who likes to be with you.
5. It’s very, very important that these four women do not know each other.
duminică, 26 iulie 2009
joi, 16 iulie 2009
They met a long time ago, when nothing and everything was possible. It was a mistake she get there and a mistake that she met him. It wasn’t a mistake though to fall in love.
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It was night, late and dark. The person next to her was too noisy but at least he talked about something not like the last 5 people who were just waiting for some compliments regarding their lousy lives. The place was full; so many people who were expecting love from things that were chasing money. Life is strange and funny in the same time. They knew it’s a lie, they knew not a chance of success. Then what were they waiting for? For something impossible. For some of them this was all they had. Their boring lives and their boring personalities drove them insane. She hated them but she understood them. Macy looked so good tonight. Her blond her and her blue dress looked like a sun on a clear sky. She wished she looked at least half as good as Macy. She was getting fat lately and she hated it. Nothing was to be done though, the stress and her life schedule lately made her like this. She looked at the clock on the wall. 12 sharp. So late and yet still early. The wall looked sad itself and the time seemed to hate her. The man was still talking. He was saying something about the war. Nobody cares about the war. Nobody here at least. Macy smiled at her. In her eyes said she hated there too. This thought made her smile. Everybody hated here and everybody loved at the same time. She finished reading a book about a place that didn’t exist but that was sometimes just sometimes shown to special people. ‘Is this it?’ she wondered. ‘It can’t be’ the answer came quickly. 12:15. The man finished his story and had a smile of satisfaction on his face. Her eyes and her smile made him think she listen all the story. She had, but at some point she flew away. She remembered about him again. It was probably the 25th time today. She can’t help wanting him to come back. The smell of his hair can still be noticed in her clothes.
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There was time. The man next to her thanked her and asked her never to change. She was perfect from his point of view. Never to change. The words were like an echo in her heart. She was perfect. She felt angry at first. How could he know about how she was and how perfect you have to be in this world? And how can you say that to a person you only talk to and don’t give the chance for it to talk back? She just sat there and smile. How can he say that? She then felt disappointed. It wasn’t his fault. He meant no harm. He was trying to make her a compliment. “Thank you” she said, but while she was saying it she felt her heart torn apart. He didn’t even care about her. It wasn’t that she looked and smiled in some way. He was just looking for somebody to tell his boring story about the war. Nothing was perfect and neither was she. She smiled ironic and shake hands. They left in a hurry. Macy looked happy. She probably was better at this. She could fake a smile even with an arm broken. So funny. Imagining Macy with her beautiful face and her lovely dress and an arm broken. That must be really fun she thought. Could Macy break her arm? Probably yes, she wasn’t the smart type. Beautiful and stupid or ugly and smart. She heard these words somewhere. It was of course a stupid say that an ugly girl would have made up. Macy was the last to come back. She was so hungry she couldn’t think of anything else. Even the man before was not interesting anymore. And his beautiful liar words meant nothing anymore. She made a sign to her manger. “Again?” his eyes said, but she was already heading to the door while he made his normal, angry, frustrated face. “Anyway she didn’t had time to eat today” he though. Finally alone with herself. She took her sandwich and start eating slow.
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It was night, late and dark. The person next to her was too noisy but at least he talked about something not like the last 5 people who were just waiting for some compliments regarding their lousy lives. The place was full; so many people who were expecting love from things that were chasing money. Life is strange and funny in the same time. They knew it’s a lie, they knew not a chance of success. Then what were they waiting for? For something impossible. For some of them this was all they had. Their boring lives and their boring personalities drove them insane. She hated them but she understood them. Macy looked so good tonight. Her blond her and her blue dress looked like a sun on a clear sky. She wished she looked at least half as good as Macy. She was getting fat lately and she hated it. Nothing was to be done though, the stress and her life schedule lately made her like this. She looked at the clock on the wall. 12 sharp. So late and yet still early. The wall looked sad itself and the time seemed to hate her. The man was still talking. He was saying something about the war. Nobody cares about the war. Nobody here at least. Macy smiled at her. In her eyes said she hated there too. This thought made her smile. Everybody hated here and everybody loved at the same time. She finished reading a book about a place that didn’t exist but that was sometimes just sometimes shown to special people. ‘Is this it?’ she wondered. ‘It can’t be’ the answer came quickly. 12:15. The man finished his story and had a smile of satisfaction on his face. Her eyes and her smile made him think she listen all the story. She had, but at some point she flew away. She remembered about him again. It was probably the 25th time today. She can’t help wanting him to come back. The smell of his hair can still be noticed in her clothes.
........................................................................................................................................................................
There was time. The man next to her thanked her and asked her never to change. She was perfect from his point of view. Never to change. The words were like an echo in her heart. She was perfect. She felt angry at first. How could he know about how she was and how perfect you have to be in this world? And how can you say that to a person you only talk to and don’t give the chance for it to talk back? She just sat there and smile. How can he say that? She then felt disappointed. It wasn’t his fault. He meant no harm. He was trying to make her a compliment. “Thank you” she said, but while she was saying it she felt her heart torn apart. He didn’t even care about her. It wasn’t that she looked and smiled in some way. He was just looking for somebody to tell his boring story about the war. Nothing was perfect and neither was she. She smiled ironic and shake hands. They left in a hurry. Macy looked happy. She probably was better at this. She could fake a smile even with an arm broken. So funny. Imagining Macy with her beautiful face and her lovely dress and an arm broken. That must be really fun she thought. Could Macy break her arm? Probably yes, she wasn’t the smart type. Beautiful and stupid or ugly and smart. She heard these words somewhere. It was of course a stupid say that an ugly girl would have made up. Macy was the last to come back. She was so hungry she couldn’t think of anything else. Even the man before was not interesting anymore. And his beautiful liar words meant nothing anymore. She made a sign to her manger. “Again?” his eyes said, but she was already heading to the door while he made his normal, angry, frustrated face. “Anyway she didn’t had time to eat today” he though. Finally alone with herself. She took her sandwich and start eating slow.
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