Sunday brought new thoughts about the masculine and feminine topics. I'll try to cover them in short. But first...
There are three rules of granting flowers to a girl:
1. Always, I say, ALWAYS give flowers to girls and never expect something in return.
2. When selecting flowers be careful to choose only those that match the colour of your shirt.
3. Always choose a girl that is beautiful or at least pretty. DON'T give flowers to an ugly girl. It simply doesn't go together. Plus a beautiful girl makes a challenge and if you give flowers to an ugly one it will be interpreted as a joke or a sheer mockery.
Sunday started slow as usual. Slow to eat, slow to dress, too slow to move outside the city. The velocity of my actions stopped at 7km/h. I needed some adrenaline to pump into my veins. The best option would be to meet a girl who can turn you on so your mind rolls over and over like dirty clothes in the washing machine.
I needed the spin. I needed my "intellectual massage" like a drug addict needs his portion of opiates.
I had to act fast. First, to go out somewhere, anywhere but not staying alone. I chose the library which is the meeting point in the middle of Sunday when nothing really happens in the city.
Over there I was browsing the internet lamely when I saw someone sending me a short chat message. Who the hell was it? It appeared to be the last person I suspected to talk to me through an online messenger. It was the girl with a nice belly. Let's call her the Belly Girl from now on.
That "messenger surprise" provided me the first doze of adrenaline into my veins. My mind felt stimulated and I needed more. So I answer her back, and she wrote more, so I answered once again, and again she wrote to me, so again I replied. This could only end in meeting together, as there is limit to every word and personal contact is still much appreciated than e-contact.
The second pump of adrenaline was to see two girls coming to our rendez-vous point instead of one. Both have the same first name, and it starts with A. Let's call them 2As from now on.
I sat with 2As on the grass in the park beside the river and let the conversation rolling. We started with the question where to have dinner, slightly passed through "at work" subjects only to stop the conversation at pros and cons of shaving legs by women and chest by men. The doze of adrenaline in my mind floated like a shipwreck in the ocean. I reached for the wooden beam in water but needed a ship to carry me on the waves.
We rushed to have dinner, but let's skip that part. Cuisine is best described by tasting it and not writing about it. Even if it is Dutch cuisine. Suffice to say that we left pleased with food and headed for desert!
The third and final "intellectual message" happened in the cafe. 2As criss-crossed me with a question of what a woman should have to call herself a woman. But before that I have learnt what il maschio should have to be called a man. The summary is as follows (it was easy to remember as I made a memo game having myself as the ideal :):
1. A passion for things, like something he really excels in doing sth.
2. It's good if he plays an instrument, it manifests his sensitive side.
3. Good-looking but without a "tight ass"-meaning strangely walking.
4. It's a great plus if you can see his bones and shape of body where usually his belt is.
5. It's more than welcome if he speaks to you while having one to one bed experience.
All of these I could gather from 2As, but still I feel I missed something really important. However, intellectual adrenaline was pumped into my brain. It still flows and keeps me awake... For how long?
By the way, there was a rose in my living-room. And an evening guest, a female. I used the three rules I described above and called it a day.
