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then: when we make a point of situation.

what do you do when you're enamored of the man, seized with inexplicable narcissism appears on your screen in the form of photos Libertin / mincing in the company of a beautiful woman and the majority?
anything, you take a pear ice cream and progress. so he will have discharged a month and a half ago, you had to imagine that in these fifty days has not just made the sock - and cobwebs - like you.

nell'infelice and what you do when you attempt to teach him a lesson by travesti femme fatale you and breaks the heel of the sandal good even before setting foot you know where to meet him?
pretend to take it with humor and spend the evening wearing clogs Chinese gold of your friend who has the foot of Cinderella and stoically bear the pain and humiliation caused by the fact that around you is being held a festival on the footwear climbing. and in the meantime because if you hide the eye of the man of your dreams for the event were to fall below your waist, your horror caused by the incipient Obesity is caused by shoes that add anti-sexism.

and then decide whether to put a lid on it and hazards approach with such beautiful and conveniently obtuse that you just sent a message of freedom to accept his interpretation of ambiguous proffer and he does not hear anymore?
two hours after you stop talking to the phone and sing to yourself that song sugar that says "your brain does not weigh a pound" feeling many women and feminist in your crusade against male stupidity.
you united with her girlfriends and friends and decide to believe their promises of a better weekend.
and so when he arrives on Friday optimism oozing from every pore while you stick favorite t-shirt, strictly sporting and comfortable, and you think you approach it in the face of all those suffocating and beautiful models sporting the competition above. armed with the best intentions at a time you launch from the beach along with buddies all confident and hopeful that tonight we finally gives a kick in the ass to bad luck.
and so it seems! miraculously there are no familiar faces around, hold your shoes and wildlife that leaves anything to be desired!
the little man sitting in caseruoppolo is not bad, you take a ride over there and he makes you hello hello. their friends claim that it is done but complain about your little enterprise. also staged a gag order to feel a little more sympathetic, to loosen up a bit [the night is young!]. ah I understand you mean well, I pull my shirt down a little more. pity that your favorite shirt has almost a high neck.
you do when you is torn between the height of the roof right hands?
beginning to think that someone has laid eyes on him, that's what you do.
indeed take time to explain as much after this incident that has reduced your self esteem to zero farenehit you will see a man approaching middle age, armed with a trout's sense of humor trying in vain to convince you that the beach fusaro best of both lagoons, unspoilt Jamaica? can not be that bad luck, friend.

yet the greedy little man back there who handles money hidden in that niche you lit a flame of hope in the faint little heart aching, and so, rather than blatant no, that he still use your T-shirt torn tiger claw that is very exotic, and go buy to drink. hoping that he will incorporate the category of homegrown wonderwoman that people with clothes and clawed, the premises of the city.

miraculously he does: he gives you to speak and watering his mojito.
and so on and so on the evening passed without further incident, except clumsy attempts to conceal the glaring rip you chest and stands exhibiting a white bra at all appropriate to the occasion and your vain attempts at seduction. because although he has spoken to you and you've spent twenty euro for drinks at his banquet nothing and absolutely nothing is done that suggests a sympathy with you. but their friends say it's all because of your shyness. jump adds prunes away the branches of modesty and common sense that lodges in your brain and fired at him. you shall tell him to wait until tomorrow evening.

the day after you are certain, absolutely certain, that something will happen. you saw dirtydancing and there, between those bare feet and the faux rustic wooden tables you identified your future. a future of handsome men, navigated, but thoughtful, seasoned and ugly at the height of their seductiveness of revenge-flavored Coke with lemon and romanticism of the brand ford 69. as you straighten your hair if you think the baby has made you too can do it, the little man with the cash.
and we really believe, especially when off the car and aggressively you head to the cashier to pay him entry in Vanity Fair this further in whom thou considers the main protagonist, as' s At six dressed as Scarlett O'Hara, complete with billowing skirt.

what do you do if you approach known as a strange movement behind the counter and see a woman objectively sublime surrender his arms and kiss him in the sweetest way and that there is repulsive?

pray to the lord that the cause of those terrible pangs in the stomach are attributable all'allucinogeno that have vaporized into the air and that the scene you're seeing is not real but the friend who is with you , Women's hopelessly invaghitosi dell'omino blasphemy case because the entire calendar tonight and just tonight had suggested an approach. and blasphemy while hypnotically repeats that she is like the most beautiful woman in the world contributing to your total and irreversible depression.

happen when you do all these things together? you close your cocoon evil and plays Negramaro! what are you doing here!

while watching the stars and think of times when everything was easy and beautiful and sing you a serenade he does "not feel that I tremble and hide this stupid song happiness when you look at me do not feel that I shudder while singing is the sign of a summer that I wish would never end "and desperately hoping to see a shooting star one to ask to put an end to this wretched season.

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"careful where you step ...

... that it ends up that inciapi and break the horns. "

I always said my mother when I was running as a baby.

ladies do this exercise with me: Take a minute and think about the worst thing that can happen. did you see? well. now think one more thing worse. we are? perfect. Now add in a couple of items that would make it more tragic. done?
better.
know that this exercise of psychological torture, not very dissimilar from the pins in his eyes that was so fond stanleykubrick, sooner or later may be helpful. why, I say, always better to be prepared for the worst.
That said, I stick with my daily nonsense. say that I did yesterday? I say true, but many are twenty-four hours, and usually always happen to me in twenty-four hours a lot of things. bad things, of course.

yesterday, as I wrote here on, I told myself just how to be prepared the worst. while trying to make sense of the primeval chaos that has invaded my mind by saying that you're Enri by annealing, which by now that I am all these things happened to you are stronger, feeling a bit like New Year's Eve as he sews up the wounds with a needle and thread - strictly non-sterile in the middle of the rainforest. with the little heart broken thinking back to my marathon ran away comforted me with his cigarette remembering solitary, immersed in thought very strongly that certainly dramatic, and certainly I repeat, are also my person.
sad as ever the only thing that can console remains sure of his honesty, the thought of this unknown hero in urban fighting his demons only just to protect me himself.
finding myself thinking about his unselfishness and his goodness of heart I said why not go take a look at the photos last night, maybe he is because I was actually looking for the characteristic on which fetish sigh.
goes round and round, go walking and see a photo I found. unfortunate that the face of my marathon, he wanted to defend myself from the evil hidden in the recesses of his soul, was concealed from the mouths of the girl who obviously had secured his own life as she wrapped Christmas garland around use. festoon the yellow gold, the unhappy waiting all year to get the box closed its two weeks of glory drowned in the midst of balls, balls, candles and angel hair plastic.
here: the man that I believed in the throes of terrible existential doubt was there to replace four months of a miserable evening with a second from fifth cup b.


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do not know if it was worse to see the photos or to realize that what I saw smoke on the sea front in red tshirt and dark jeans was not him.
because in reality more than the trauma created by the spectacle of his infinite cowardice was to realize my infinite naiveté to the door before the abyss of the blackest depression yesterday afternoon.

think the worst thing you can happen and then forget it: there will always be something that the beat and you do not even imagine. and why do not you imagine?! because you have hallucinations! you see things that do not exist just because your mind thinks! I am sorry.

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is Monday and this morning I are - incredibly - happy.

I was awakened by the phone, as usual, my bother had men. the first man to wake up at half past nine Sandrina has been updated with a message on its biological rhythms: I did not even read it, I heard the beep, I opened my eyes and I was asleep again within five seconds. I knew it was him, I knew I was at work and I would have answered, I knew I had 25 cents on the phone and I would not have ever spent to tell him to wake up at five in the morning and then not go back to sleep is pure folly.

the second man to wake up half an hour later he had the temerity to call, but without being answered because, even paying in a coma, I was afraid to scare him with my voice viados Brazil. This is because I am one who thinks of others.

absconded before my phone, then the character is also taken care to write me a message complaining about the immorality of my face the fact that having finally I decided to call me then I had not responded.

begin to say that he's not exactly what we would call women the prince, if only for the fact that his appearance avvenentissimo led him to develop a rather libertine who are ill-suited to my delusions of possession and the fantasy of every young lady that exclusivity attaches to its relationship with a man. in simple terms trumpet and he, too, that this world and you're not the slightest problem to a participation, shattering the figurine of sugar with you in bridal veil and he saw in a blue suit that already stands at the head of your wedding cake multi strawberry and cream.

then say that he is an investment grant.

despite this I'm still thinking about his message.

quell'avverbio let's talk a moment of "finally" that has stuck close to the "when I decide to call for that famous coffee" and remember that the last time we spoke was in January, he has a woman and that I am a polite person so I tend to treat you with respect even when I should not do it.

translate to slower, "eventually" you might decide to call another person but not me, because if I had not done it I would have even noticed.

know, are sour and bilious, but after a weekend like the one that has just concluded it would also sanfrancesco, I swear.

and that is why I am glad it is Monday because the last 72 hours of failure, anxiety and nervousness led me to lose all hope of success as a sentimental to close the drawer in my dreams of romances the moonlight and get back to important matters with a certain dignity and, above a certain alacrity if not I will no longer be included in the trunk by the university.

but the fact remains that I undertake this work and return to the world of reality with extreme distress. and all for the "finally" that adverbs of time in the field have a sentimental value of their own.

Friday I caught him, the marathon runner, and my commitments to forget they went down the drain. was not a pretty sight. in the sense that it recognizes from behind thanks to jeans and T-shirt in the middle of a few thousand of people in the dark and gave me a measure of how in love I can still be him. nobody, and I say no, he would cecato between all those people, I for one would not want to do it! yet it has happened and in the best tradition of pro-American if he smoked looks wistfully watching the sea and I was just Going there: it lacked only the DJ suddenly attacked with the theme of the game would tempodellemele and permanent employment for the next two fiction rai ( scrauze the most spend more on Raidue, let us case). if we add to this a few hours earlier I had left heel sandals favorites, the day before I had done three hundred Euros of damage to the machine, I have a new house and I can not trasferirmici and that any other man I like is hopelessly busy or unreachable I would say that the appearance of the marathon was the icing on the cake. Over time, these last three weeks have been vaporized in the humid Fusaro and I'm back in love with the woman that I have been for the past four months.

before this relativization of the times I do not see why the first step of buxom women should take the liberty of reproach, in a very pretentious, I replied that I did not when he "finally" decided to call me as if the time, turn this thing around.

exactly I wonder what really is worth playing when you know the game is not worth the candle?

o'clock tonight and I m, which seem two women suffering and starving, let's recap the latest events. she is an intelligent and down to earth, he spoke of his human case, I mine. its human case is a local man, true Steppenwolf, String restraints hungry, bras explosives, free access to exclusive private and rivers of alcohol to latch. m. had the chance to widen, so to speak, his knowledge and the score from beauty and darkness was less than a five less; miles far enough from the more imperative. hence their mutual defection. when they met last night he was so cute that even gave us passes to go out, after being attached to this series of baroque m. with the tenacity of a limpet to a rock and asked to stay a little longer '. m. argues that his attentions were disinterested, I argue the opposite. I seemed to recognize that in his half-closed eyes and her small little steps between those circulars and a persistent interest. gesture counts, not take me around.

a man like this, no slimy instead, it is not the one with whom to spend the rest of your life but this to me and m. was not enough and we would spend a good half hour talking about him, the more they talked the more we discover eerie parallels between his behavior and those of a number of other people, including one of my cases that yesterday was just as human present where we are exhibiting an ambiguous and somewhat 'annoying.

without considering the merits of specific matters, for this reason that thankfully still exists , which among other things, I discovered the existence of an online edition, the only thing that really interests me is to understand what why we continue to get mixed up in situations unnecessary and of questionable success refusing to carry out those important and potentially valid.

why when you are face to face with someone timing involving an amusement park that always prevents that what I want is what the other wants and vice versa? In other words, what I should do to be able to fit my life with that of the troubled runner? his time was not mine, as the timing of the Steppenwolf were not those of M, such as those of jf. are not those of mn. etc etc. and then it sticks and I'm an idiot "last" to the proposal of coffee!?

last thing, that time is relative here, me and mica I have invented.

continue to wait, we still do not understand, we can continue to depress greatly when a friend who does not see you for three years is to say that next year goes as you insist on throwing money into the garbage by buying nice clothes Men's unselfish and a broken heel you think the worst tragedy in the world.

let us continue and see where we end up so that if something can go wrong, it will not, and Murphy is the first of assholes.