In practice, I returned to the starting point. If desired, I would have anticipated. But if one, before taking any action, should think about everything that could happen, no more than would raise the bed. And I'm in bed already there enough of my own. The problem is that I came back just to be single. It seems times have not changed much. Because, although Mussolini continues with impunity to talk about women's empowerment, it would seem that man, through the evening, violence has yet to grasp that moment to ask the convict number. Stuff you would not believe. All of a sudden I find myself catapulted in 1989 when, as McFly was locked in the toilet of a nightclub, wiping the sweat from my forehead and saying to myself with a variety of tones of voice: "I can call any time ...?" This is a circle of hell that I did not think it riproponesse at this age. But I've wanted to ... tell someone. Vaf £ £ ancu o! I will answer.
And if you were already unbalanced by teenagers. ... Imagine now, with thirty years of "solitude" in the back. Perhaps it would be better to become Buddhist monaco forgetting the pleasures of the flesh, or alternatively, to preserve his body in salt for future generations ... but with this step we are conducting mazurka ... hopes for a better future, are slim for everyone.
... I get the number. Of course, the rituals have changed, there's the piece of paper that routinely you get lost, now is the "give me a ring so I memorize it."
... And the number, apparently, was saved only too well, because my phone rang a lot more than I expected. Which is never a good sign. After all, the man always wants to be the hunter ... and the bait fish already not dead ... no one rejoices in us even though we know that is not just that, and that the reality lies in very shallow gradients, that is ... if you're playing against Sampdoria and is losing the man ... wants the broken cog £ ion!
from the third day I realize I made a mistake that cost me dearly. I do not answer to the first five calls. I yield the sixth with an original "sorry I forgot your phone at home
" Where have you been? "
" Around .... "
" Around where? "
" Around .... ... With the machine ?? "(seems more a question one)
"Why did not you call? You know I'm home on Friday morning "
In short, in five days I went out with this girl ... let's call Marianna five nights ... ... the rest of five days was spent on the phone to hear the same stories about her friends envious, the boss, the dog and whatever else ... I have not studied psychiatry, but I have the strong impression that his hands have a true pathological case! My instinct tells me to run ... in search of distant lands and desert.
Somehow you manage to get to Sunday evening. I think tonight will not call ... ... is certainly one that looks at the challenge of Friends. But as usual I was wrong. Agree to go out ... so with the belief that it will be for the last time.
is coming to my house. In a moment of pure panic, I invoke the help of a faithful friend Rachel. Which so ruthless he says: "I root for her ... for female solidarity" ... Rachel is not a football game, this one! Here we are dealing with a madman who we rub the scalp, working with a simple nail file, if you are not able to marry later this year. Fortunately, we still have 11 months to be able to plan an escape. Arrival
think the most absurd things ... like ... trying to tell you exactly what I think, but using my voice ventriloquist. Then I could pretend not to hear anything, looking at her with the same look of scorn that one has towards the homeless when you yell nonsensical phrases in the subway. Then there
reflect and say to myself ... well I hate myself ... should not be so hard ... millions of people already do, without my even give it a try ... let alone put me in commitment.
Now I am a man with a mission ... I do not brush my teeth ... I do not even do her hair ... and I get in the car fitted with a cd ....
"What you have there?"
"It 's my favorite CD ... I absolutely want you to listen ... it's a day that I sing this song ... "
" But who is he? "
" Cristian "
" hmm ... do not think I know "
" Ohhhhh ... I rather think so ... it is impossible not to know "Marianna rolled his
the first notes of" Cara ", tried to turn the volume down and talk over, but every time you dare to touch the stereo, I was turning that pomellino as if my life depended on it. Then he interrupts with a "Wait ... wait ... this makes me go crazy" ... and down to sing the chorus
CARA time flies ... BUT YOU BE WITH ME NOW ... you are no longer ' SOLA
now loudly near his ear.
FOR A LOVE THAT IS ANOTHER STA makes me
and gently TU CARA ... ... YOU WILL BE FOREVER!
While his foot crushed the accelerator pad, I reassured her, saying "this is our song!"
Today, I was glad when the phone rang ... sure, I felt a little 'bastard a bastard ... but free ... until I received a text message that read sadly: "I spent a wonderful evening yesterday ... today we feel tired ... goodnight "
Rachel kindly advised me a novena infallible, through the intercession of Santa Rita, to do in case of impossible demands ...
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