The name of the story just arrived.
In the end, apparently, I just lost almost four monthes of a consistent part of my thoughts.
Can we really waste thoughts?
Yes, I think so....
I would like to make a resume of the sad/boring/stupid story:
He saw me around the city, he never told me nothing.
He asked me the friendship on facebook and I told him "first you should introduce yourself properly and live".
I invited him to see a performance and he didn't come.
He found me in gayromeo and he started to be kind of romantic (or is just the new "emo" generation way of doing?)
We met to see the firework on his terrace. He tried to touch my heart, I asked him to don't do that.
He tried to kiss me. Then I kissed him. (quite gay clichè... I know).
He asked me to marry him that day. I asked him to don't say bullshit and take care with the words.
He showed his courage. I told him "then ask me this again if you believe in it". He asked once more. I gave him a ring (cause I'm worse than Mary Poppins hehehe). He stepped back. I mean phisically stepped back, of course, he didn't expect this. I was laughing out loud inside myself thinking how stupid can be a person (in a sweet way).
He told me (in sequence) : I would like to cook for you everyday, I will come with you to visit your grandmother, I wanna take a bath in your tub, I wanna see you while you rehears, I would like you to dance for me... (maybe I forget something, but this is just to give the idea).
Then we slept together (I mean sleep, you know? I mean when you dream etc. etc.). (smile)
Then I saw him couple of time schnell schnell.
Then we met at the streetparade. Bla. Bla bla. Bla bla bla. We spent the night together and we slept (again when you lie down on the bed and you dream). (other smile)
I don't wanna speak about my visions and the tarots cause I wanna stay material. (big smile)
Then I met him schnell schnell two or three times.
A lot of bla bla bla like : you could be my boyfriend but... I could say I love you... hey no.. wait a moment... I love you.... (and this is not my voice speaking people, it's his).
Did I say I wanted a boyfriend? Hum... I don't remember... (half smile)
I wanted for sure a friend, but well... you know gay? (huge smile)
Then I saw him at steinenstrasse fest.
He told me, stay here with me for the tango, it's so romantic...
I didn't stay but I went back home thinking about the meaning of "romantic" and remembering the last person that used this word with me last november. (no smile)
Then a lot of misunderstandings. Then apparently I hurted him a lot doing/saying/thinking/writing always the wrong thing. (a smile similar with a dark hole)
I saw him around couple of time, but I hid myself (I was not in the mood for weird things...)
I saw him in the end of October
I was happy happy with my friends, I wanted to share my happiness but well... problematic... (tilted smile)
Then he told me again something quite romantic but in such a "incognito" way (and again... you know gay?)
Then again he told me to don't push him.
Push? Where? Hum... Lately unfortunately I'm not pushing the right part of my body in the right place... (hysteric smile)
In the end he told me he is just a asshole.
I feel quite better. At least I didn't hurt a sweet heart, but I was just teased by an asshole.
I think this is a contemporary happy end.
And no, for now I will not write the name, cause then if you google him it will appear the story (hey people... this little blog is quite powerfull in the end)... but I'll do it in the right moment if I will feel teased again, cause, hum... who knows me better, knows that I'm from Milano...
..that it means...
...worse than an asshole! (shining star smile)
P.S. Of course this should be a good lesson also for me that I fall in love every two days. But I think this is something I cannot avoid, even if I'm trying my best. Addiction? Substitution? I still don't know. And as someone is used to say... I'm romanzica!