Ar fi mai multe variante de raspuns:
1. tace si rabda…
2. reactioneaza brusc, demonstrand ca e de fata la acea sceneta dintro piesa absurda…
3. face o scena memorabila…

Ce varianta va caracterizeaza?

So, es ist endlich so weit! brizzl ist online!! Nach einem erfolgreichen Beta-Test und kleineren Reparaturen (insbesondere für den Internet-Explorer auch größere Wartungsarbeiten…) ist unser Portal zum Suchen und Finden von Personen aus Eurer Umgebung wieder verfügbar. Es haben sich bereits einige Suchanzeigen angesammelt – die vielleicht ja für Dich aufgegeben wurden??

Wir möchten mit brizzl eine Plattform zur Verfügung stellen, die es auf einfache Weise ermöglicht, Kontakt zu „verpassten Gelegenheiten“, „besonderen Augenblicken“, „speziellen Momenten“, „dem schönsten Lächeln der Welt“, usw. aufzubauen. Mit anderen Worten eine Seite zum Suchen und Wiederfinden von unbekannten Personen.

Jeder von uns kennt doch diesen einen, besonderen Moment: man guckt so vor sich hin und plötzlich kreuzt sich der Blick mit einer Unbekannten oder einem Unbekannten. Diese(r) erwidert den Blick, man lächelt sich vielleicht kurz an und ehe man sich versieht, ist sie oder er auch schon wieder verschwunden und geht aber nicht aus dem Kopf. Wie kann man sie oder ihn bloß wiederfinden?

Mir wurde tatsächlich von einer Geschichte berichtet, wo eine junge Frau ein Jahr lang jegliche Mühe und Reisen auf sich genommen hat, um den jungen Mann eines so besonderen Augenblicks wieder zu finden.

Das soll mit brizzl hoffentlich nun sehr viel einfacher werden!!

Das Aufgeben einer Suchanzeige erfordert die Registrierung mit minimalen Informationen. Im übrigen gilt für uns – und das steht ganz oben bei unseren Prinzipien: Eure Daten sind bei uns sicher! Wir möchten nicht, dass mehr davon sichtbar ist oder freigegeben wird, als Ihr selbst entscheidet!

Genauso einfach ist das Suchen – hierfür ist noch nicht einmal eine Registrierung notwendig. Mit einem gut ausgetüfteltem Such-Algorithmus könnt Ihr auf einer Landkarte (eingebunden durch Google-Maps) den Ort suchen, wo Ihr Euch aufgehalten habt.

Unbekannte Personen suchen wiederfinden auf brizzl

Falls dort eine unübersichtliche Anzahl von Anzeigen zu sehen ist, könnt Ihr sie durch Einschränkung des Kartenausschnitts oder des Zeitraums limitieren und so schneller die für Euch relevanten Anzeigen filtern. Das Maximum der dargestellten Anzeigen ist auf zurzeit zehn beschränkt. Das war nötig, um einen schnellen Seitenaufbau sicherzustellen. Es geht aber natürlich keine Anzeige verloren!!

Auch ist die Kontaktaufnahme auf so eine Anzeige denkbar einfach – hierfür ist allerdings wieder eine Anmeldung bei brizzl notwendig.

Natürlich freuen wir uns über einen hohen Verbreitungsgrad unserer brizzl-Seite (deshalb danken wir Euch auch hier für das Weiterempfehlen von brizzl ). Je höher die Bekanntheit ist, desto höher ist selbstverständlich auch die Chance, sich dort wiederzufinden.

Dennoch ist brizzl natürlich nicht die einzige Internet-Seite, wo man solche Anzeigen aufgeben und finden kann. Da es unser größtes Anliegen ist, Euch bei der Suche Eures besonderen Augenblicks oder der speziellen Situation zu unterstützen, könnt Ihr in unserem Blog-Eintrag „Übersicht der Seiten zum Wiederfinden von Personen“ eine gute Übersicht solcher Seiten bekommen!

Und falls Ihr auf allen dieser Seiten keine Anzeige zu Eurem Treffen finden konntet, empfehlen wir Euch natürlich, auf brizzl.de eine Such-Anzeige aufzugeben. Wir hoffen und wünschen Euch, dass Ihr schon bald eine Nachricht von der/dem Unbekannten in Eurem Messenger finden könnt! Und nun VIEL SPAß mit brizzl!!!

In Kürze (voraussichtlich sogar innerhalb der nächsten 24 Stunden) können wir eine weitere Neuigkeit bei brizzl ankündigen! Ihr dürft also gespannt bleiben…!

Auch hier wieder der Hinweis und die Bitte in eigener Sache: wenn Ihr Kritik, Lob, Anmerkungen zu brizzl habt, freuen wir uns über Eure Hinweise an die Email-Adresse info@brizzl.com

Euer brizzl Team

To successfully flirt online you need to be a sort of online playboy because it is a virtual world where you can neither use body language nor be physical in any other way. Nevertheless the connoisseurs of the love game do it on the Web as confidently as they do it in the real world.

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Killar och tjejer är ju helt klart olika. Efter 8 för mig innebär att man ringer någon gång mellan 8 och tjugo över. Tiden gick och telefonen var knäpptyst. Så tyst att jag kollade att ljudsignalen var på. Halv nio började jag tänka; nä, han gillade nog inte min röst, min upptagna stil vid baket, eller något annat. Och så började jag slappna av, för jag var verkligen spänd för att jag viste att han skulle höra av sig. Jag slappnade av så pass mycket att Storebror som inte kunde somna fick komma upp, sitta i soffan och kolla Idol.

Strax före nio ringer han. Helt klart efter åtta. Killtid liksom. Och så är han jättetrevlig. Undrar om det är en bättre tid nu än igår. Jag berättar att Storebror är vaken och han undrar ifall han ska återkomma, men jag säger att det är ok, men att vi inte kan prata så länge.

Vi pratade stort och smått ett tag, men stora kontentan är i alla fall att vi bokade en dejt. För att ta en drink tillsammans och tycker vi att det är trevligt så käkar vi middag också. Fast man får ju ha ett tålamod som heter duga som varannanveckasförälder där bara hälften av tiden är möjlig. Och har man dessutom som jag ett 60-års kalas inbokat i Skåne nästa barnfria helg så fick vi glatt vänta till den 19 december.

Men vad fan, jag har bra vibbar om detta.

There hasn’t been any “copying and pasting of news” this week – it’s been a busy one with a lot of deadlines. It’ll return come Monday. I also went to the launch on Baker Street last night of Trading Places, a new book by award-winning photographer and all-round good chap Steve Bloom. Also my dad. So that’s why posts have been scant: but it’s Friday, so I thought I’d cheer you all up with a few tips on how to survive the Christmas do…

The Christmas party: that perfect time to let your hair down and throw your reputation to the winds. What other time of year can you mock your boss, flirt with your co-workers and dance in your knickers, all at once?

But as legions of office drones know, that opportunity comes with a priceless hangover.

A good story was told by Adam, of High Street, Cardiff city centre. Things went wrong at his old job when fire fighters got more than they bargained for in a call-out.

Adam said: “My old work, a now-defunct bank, had a Christmas party in the office in 2003. There was a buffet, an awards ceremony for the year’s work, and karaoke machine, with added smoke machine.

“So the party was in full swing, people singing, people dancing and the smoke machine smoking. After about two hours of this, some men dressed in fireman outfits arrived at the office. Some of the female staff – including managers – assumed these were strippers.

“They started, well, gyrating around the men, trying to take off their ‘outfits’. The thing is though, they were actual firemen: the smoke machine had set the alarms off.

“Not surprisingly, that was the last Christmas party we were given in that office.”

So how does the humble worker bee prevent getting into pickles like these? Here are some ideas. Which type are you?

FOR THE NEW GUY

You have got to be extra-careful. For you have just entered a parallel world, in which your every move will be scrutinised to fit with the ‘banter’ of man-all-man employees who’ve been spending longer with each other than their wives for several decades.

So if you’ve been waiting for that perfect time to share your secret love of musicals, discuss French theatre, come out as gay or, worse, as a vegan, your first Christmas party isn’t it.

And beware, because it will seem like a good idea when you’re nine pints down and standing on the table without trousers or dignity.

Instead the best policy is cower in the corner, if possible with other trainees, and talk about ludicrously safe subjects.

Think along the lines of cars, ties (not shoes), bitter (not lager) and possibly politics, but make sure you tow the standard line: “Just how bad is that Gordon Brown?” Or you could stick to the ergonomic management keyboard:

FOR THE NEW GIRL

You’re over here. The punch is over there. In the middle is overweight Gwyn from accounts who always puts himself deliberately between you and the photocopier so you have to squeeze past.

This should be as good a hint as any not to drink anything. You’re young, fresh-faced, intelligent and unknown to you most people in the office are competing to be you, or worse, especially in Gwyn’s case.

So if they get you drunk, you’ll slowly turn into them: following the downward course until spring, when someone even younger and prettier comes in and sure enough, you want to be her.

Or, worse, you’ll canoodle in the corner with lovestruck Gwyn who, come 2010, will make sure he’s not only blocking the photocopier, but also the vending machine, water cooler and door.

But you’ve not got the same option as the New Guy. You can’t lurk in the corner with the fairer sex and a G&T, because unlike office guys, who mumble into their pints and keep eyes on ties, office girls will make sure they’re heard.

So it’s a no-go, especially if they have any gossip on Gwyn. The best bet is to flirt briefly with everything in the room – and walk away with your head held high.

FOR THE SAD HACK IN THE CORNER

You’re the only person older than the boss, so to rub in the fact you didn’t succeed even more you’ll be asked to toast him/her. If you’re sober, this will be an excellent exercise in brown-nosing. If you’re not, it’ll be an exercise in damage limitation.

You will be inclined to make a cruel joke. Do not bend to this temptation. It will probably come out wrong, meaning after 26 years of the same old story at the office do, you’ll be repeating yourself again in the new year. Someone else will get that promotion, and you’ll be stuck counting down the days on your free calendar to the next party.

You’ll also be inclined to do your famous boss-impression. Unfortunately, its fame is probably due to an in-joke among your younger colleagues, and isn’t actually funny. Plus, impressions at office dos are seldom better than that dance Ricky Gervais did in The Office. Often, they’re worse.

So don’t do it. And especially, please, don’t try and impersonate Ricky Gervais. Just no.

FOR THE BOSS

Finally, if you’re the boss and you’ve not been told about the office party, it could be a surprise do for you.

Be prepared to walk through that door after ‘urgent business’ calls you in to be greeted with party poppers and bubbly by the whole staff. By the time they’ve finished stroking your ego you won’t be able to get your head through the door.

But it more likely means you’ve not been invited.

So a word of caution: have a good think about how well-liked you are. Do you bend, bad breath and all, over the hunched shoulders of your well-meaning employees and whine you-could-probably-do-this advice in their ears?

Do you give motivational speeches standing on tables where you use star-charts and words like “self-fulfilment”? Do you keep everyone on past 5.30pm in the name of “building a community spirit”?

If any of these things apply to you, you are probably one of those Hated Bosses you’ve heard so much about. Your best bet would be to stay at home with your kids. They’re too young to realise how irritating you are yet.

~I found the light saturated in your charm…~

Cinci zile libere, yuppi! Sa vina mai des ziua nationala a Romaniei ha,ha.  Eu una chiar avem nevoie de ele, sa ma destind un pic..sa mai uit, sa ma refac. Plus ca iar sunt bolnava, mi se pare mie sau sunt bolnava cu norma intreaga? M-am saturat de luat pastile..care nu ajuta la nimic, poate zilele astea o sa ma fac bine.

Trecand la lucruri un pic mai abstracte, vorbeam ziele trecute cu sis despre “charm” , love, relationships and co. Si serios, concluzia noastra ramane mereu aceeasi nu e asa ca e un pic cam banal sa te indragostesti de tanar si sa ramaii blocat mereu la aceleasi sentimente? Adica cum experimentezi paleta de sentimente si trairi daca la 18 ani deja te gandesti la o viitoare foarte curanda nunta? Uneori cred ca lumea din jurul meu inca citeste basme..sau poate prea mult tee vee dauneaza rau. Personal cred ca “charm-ul” si flirturile sunt minunate.  Let’s live not just exist :>

Well blonds are usually said to be more attractive.
Since ice age they have been more wanted then normal brown haired girls.
With ages to come natural blond hair and blue eyes will die away.

They will meld in with the brown haired to create a Grey mix;
The children born with this ‘no color’ unattractive hair will bleach and color their hair, trying to feel pretty.

As time goes the chemicals will kill their hairs and a new generation of hairless people will be born…

Ich tanze, in meinem Kopf, mit meinen Gefühlen, und überhaupt. Ich singe laut zu Hot Chocolate und fühle mich “like a winner”. Ich lebe, wie noch nie, und ich fühle mich super.
Natürlich ist nicht alles dauerhaft supergenial. Ich schlafe zu wenig, und noch bin ich im Büro in der langwierigen Einarbeitungsphase und verstehe die Hälfte noch nicht. Aber summa summarum, unterm Strich, überwiegen die positiven Erlebnisse sehr stark.

Die Arbeit ist sehr interessant und entspricht meinen Vorstellungen, doch die Anforderungen sind um einiges höher als in meinen bisherigen Jobs. Kein Wunder, die Firma ist um ein Vielfaches grösser, und genauso sind es die Kunden. Trotzdem ist alles sehr kollegial und freundlich, sogar mit dem Geschäftsführer ist man per du, und dennoch verliert man nicht die Professionalität. So muss das sein! Und mein direkter Vorgesetzter ist zwar sehr streng, aber ansonsten mit einem Humor ausgestattet, der mich jeden Tag zum Lachen bringt. Und das ist die Hauptsache.

Auch mein WG-Mensch ist einfach klasse. Schon fast zu klasse, denn er – und die Freunde, die ich durch ihn kennengelernt habe – halten mich regelmässig bis nach Mitternacht wach. Das ist auf die eine Seite sehr mühsam, da ich kaum mehr Zeit für mich habe, auf die andere Seite aber eine sehr schöne und willkommene Ablenkung vom Alltag (der sich zwar noch nicht eingestellt hat; So viel Neues auf einem Haufen muss ich erst einmal verdauen: Stadt, Job, Wohnung, Freunde, … ich berste vor Sinneseindrücken). Aber es ist toll, derart willkommen geheissen zu werden, und überhaupt nicht selbstverständlich.

Aber wo wir bei neuen, schönen Ablenkungen sind: Seit ein bis zwei Wochen bin ich abends regelmässig mit einem sehr interessanten Menschen beschäftigt. Ich habe nie wirklich viel von Singlebörsen gehalten und tue es auch jetzt noch nicht, doch nach einigen halbherzigen Flirts scheint das ein echter Glücksgriff gewesen zu sein. Dieser Mensch fasziniert mich. Unsere Lebenseinstellung decken sich sehr, und auch unsere Zukunft, unsere Werte, unser Humor, es stimmt alles überein. Und das schönste aber ist, dass diese Person meine Eigenheiten, meine Hobbys, meine Persönlichkeit akzeptiert, mich nicht daran bemisst wie andere, sondern mich… irgendwie als Gesamtmensch annimmt und respektiert. Und schätzt.

Das mag nun übertrieben klingen, schliesslich kennen wir voneinander noch nicht viel mehr als Bilder und ein paar intensive Chatgespräche über Gott und die Welt, und wie ich mich selbst einschätze, steigere ich mich gerade wieder hinein. Doch auch von der Gegenseite ist echtes, bestätigtes Interesse vorhanden, und das Gefühl, auf eine ehrliche und gesamthafte Weise “begehrt” zu sein, welches ich bei früheren Beziehungen nur teilweise, wenn überhaupt verspürt habe, ist schön, ja geradezu berauschend.

Förtrollande ögon.
Djupa, sökande gröna ögon.
Blickar som leker.
Blickar som smeker.

Det magiska som händer när den vilar på mig.
Försvinner in i mina bruna.

När du fastnar och jag frågar vad det är.
Du svarar att du bara gillar det du ser.

Jag njuter av varje sekund jag möter din blick.
Njuter av varje andetag jag ser du tar.

Förtrollad av din blick.

Fina, fina Tvillingmamman gick på fest i helgen. Där raggar hon upp en kille till mig. En lång, mörk och trevlig kille. 42 år. Har barn. Han verkade med på noterna och mitt telefonnummer delades ut för ett par dagar sedan.

Idag ringde han, mitt i storbaket med Lillasyster. Olägligt alltså. Men han var mycket artig och frågade när han kunde ringa igen. Det gillar jag skarpt; att han ringer igen och inte att jag ska ringa när jag inte är i en oläglig situation. Jag är för jämlikhet i mångt och mycket, men när det gäller flört så går jag helt klart igång på initiativ och självsäkerhet.

Så imorgon runt 8 bloggar jag inte. Då pratar jag i telefon.

Acestea exista in realitate sau se inventeaza tot timpul?

Cred ca una dintre cele mai importante cauze este “nepotrivirea de caracter” adica nepotrivirea sexuala. Pe urma vin la rand: saracia, lipsa educatiei, gelozia, frustrarea. Si uneori acestea toate culmineaza cu frigiditatea femeii, sau cu impotenta barbatului, situatii in care lucrurile scapa de sub control.
Am cunoscut povestea unei femei care facuse 33 de avorturi, iar mama ei vreo 25. De multe ori m-am intrebat cum e posibil, de ce s-a ajuns la astfel de cifre. Poate fi vorba de nepotrivire de caracter, sau de abuz sexual? N-am cerut niciodata parerea unui specialist. Dar auzeam zilele trecute povestea unei fete care a ramas insarcinata. Prietenul se face ca nu stie. Parintii fetei nu stiu nimic. Oare ce va face fata in aceasta situatie? Ce hotarare va lua? Va deveni ea oare o alta victima a violentei domestice pentru simplul motiv ca a ramas insarcinata?

Idag fick jag till en tid igen, med medföljande fika efteråt.
Eller en alkoholfri drink på en annan hotellbar.
Fortfarande väldigt obekväm att klä av mig och lägga mig ner på britsen.
Allt blev så mycket svårare när Humanisten sitter bakom sitt skrivbord, antecknar i journalen, tittar upp och säger småleendes: Du får gärna klä av dig nu.

Hm, blev generad och gjorde som hon sa med kommentaren: Ok, men bara för att vi är på ditt jobb nu.

När vi skulle gå ville Humanisten byta tröja och jag sa: Nu borde jag stanna kvar för jag fick ta av mig framför dig…
Hon tyckte jag mycket väl kunde stanna kvar i rummet, men jag tog ett djupt andetag och gick ut.

Upptäcker en busigare och djupare kvinna än den jag först lärde känna.
Mycket prat, som vanligt och förtrollande blickar.
Mysigt avslut vid bilen och återigen fick jag smaken av henne på mina läppar.

På fredag ska vi ses igen. Plan 1 är Ikea och bio, men hon ska på julfest i morgon så plan 2 är hyra film. Men då måste hon nog se till att vara barnfri.

Är det jätteavslöjande att jag köpte nya underkläder idag?

Mixing and matching some stuff from different sources:

Hair: MADesigns – AKAMI (left) and JONAS (right) both in colour ~ ASHB I~ (not free!)

Skin: Flirt! Jacob -D ark Skin (Midnight Mania Prize, Board currently @ 26/50)

T-Shirt: >>> moloko <<< Shirt FreeFighter black (all layers, L$ 1 inworld and on XstreetSL)

Bracelet & Choker: Magically Aluring Gift for BitterSweet Hunt

Glasses: Kumaki – K_gs -optino2- (really not to be missed!)

Jacket: :SMOG: special Jacket (Dollarbie on XstreetSL)

Pants: Sensual Mistery – .::SM::. MOTORS PANT GIFT

Shoes: HOC Apparel – Bolts Sneakers, L$ 40 (blogged before)

As if my platonic problems couldn’t get weirder…

Me and the hipster are friends.

I think he still believes it was a mutual thing. He probably tells his friends, “Well, we didn’t really break up. We just both aren’t really ready. Plus I’m sooo busy.” Oh please.

I’m fine with being friends. He’s much easier to handle. Now I can endlessly banter while “It’s Always Sunny” is on and I don’t have to plate his food. I can tell him in all honesty that he wants a 1950s housewife and he can laugh. He got drunk the other night and texted me — “I think you’re a great girl. I’d like to keep dating you.”
Um, nice one. I mean, I’m totally in love with you so just say the word and I’ll jump in the wagon. Buddy– I DUMPED YOU. Would you like me to order a fancy stamp and punch you in the forehead? Jesus.

I texted him back and it felt so good. “I’d like to be friends”.

The next morning he pleads the fifth. Of course, he thinks the ball’s in his court. I also mentioned this since my newfound bluntness is oddly exhilarating, “So you think you can just TELL me to date you, eh? I think you’re supposed to ask a girl.” He finds this amusing and tries to weasel out of his faux-pas but whatever.

We play scrabble via iPhone app everyday. It’s kinda creepy. He also has started to be oddly fascinated by who I am, as a person. GASP. He asks me questions like, do you sew?… do you want a pet? …Why don’t you like [token indie band]?

What I’ve realized about myself in this incredibly confusing and depressing process we call dating, is that we don’t spend enough time getting to know each other. If I have to be romantic on the first date, it’s so much pressure! It’s gonna be years before you see me air guitar or put straws in my nose — common occurrences for many of my friends. Whatever happened to courtship?

I’ve decided to stop dating for now and to stop building this wall. All women have this idea about how we have to be to date. We can’t be overbearing or too invested. We must be confident and sexual. However, we can’t date other people, then we’re sluts. And we can’t be too shy, then we’re just boring.

We’re not allowed to fall in love.

I’m sick of dumbing myself down or being belittled. Fix your own damn plate, I’m gonna go sing to some Britney. Yeah I said it, Britney Spears.

if this life were a dream, how would you interpret it?
-harold klemp, living ECK master (loosely quoted)

x

the only difference between dreams and reality is
the only difference between dreams and reality.
god constructed one and we constructed the other
(and we are all god). 
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyour blinkers are out and
you’re giving false signals to hapless young men
in bars.  ever notice the coincidence and wonder if
you’re inadvertently flirting in reality’s only dream?

Outside the practically scripted structure of the library, the rules of my game of attraction change.  There is no search of interest in widening eyes or a head-dip.  There is only one rule, really, and that is to look good, and that’s all about the hair.  Shaving happens when I feel like it, clothes cover me, and I’m in good shape.  Hair is my vanity, and I’ll pay for the extra hot water it takes to wash and condition it now that it’s grown out, and for the detangler and oil.  If I feel I look good I feel good, and I’m the opposite of celf-conscious.  I don’t swagger; I just feel good.  If there’s interest, I don’t notice.

Now that Julie’s back, outside the library is where I’d rather be.  With a weekend between us, it was easy writing that first paragraph .  Now I consider shaving the evening before the new week begins, and her face floats up before mine as the reason to shave.  So I won’t.  It didn’t stop me from washing my hair, though.  My rebellion in that arena is not having it cut.  I know no one at work likes it.  The next time someone says my hair looks good will be when I cut it short.  They can hold their collective breath.  I’ve spent enough time trying to impress the unimpressable.  It’s time I impressed myself–and anyone else who can appreciate me as I am.

in one silly evening

q: so have you ever fall in love?
a: yes i have.
q: uh how come?
a: what do you mean by how come?
q: you said you were never in a serious relationship.
a: yea but i always being sincere. so?
q: i just.. erm.. okay!

q: how many exes do you have up until now?
a: uh?
q: yea, give me numbers.
a: we do not count them, don’t we?
q: really?
a: why should we?
q: i don’t know. i’m just asking.
a: number makes me feel bad.
q: oh!

q: what do you fear the most about relationship?
a: the relationship itself.
q: eh?
a: when things are getting more serious, i feel nervous. i used to end up did stupid things.
q: serious as in?
a: um.. the i love you thingy.
q: so you are not the i-love-you person?
a: not that i’m not. in fact, i am! it is just not too fast for me. but i will say i-love-you eventually.
q: what if it is too late?
a: then we were never meant to be.
q: i see.

(q: do you want this?
a: what is that?
q: what it looks like?
a: nah!
q: i rolled it on by myself. here, pleased yourself.
a: hum… it tasted strange.
q: maybe i kept it too long in my pocket.
a: eww..)

q: have you ever broken heart?
a: a million times.
q: what?
a: trust me.
q: did you cry?
a: of course.
q: i have never seen you sad.
a: well i hide it from everyone.
q: so what did you do?
a: i really think that the best redemption is being constructive to myself. i could hurt and acted destructive to my self but it did not give any good to anyone. so i eat more, i happy more, i read more, i smart more. at the end of the day i feel like the hottest chick in this town. just deal with it and i will never be the same again, every time.
q: that was the longest answer so far.
a: i know. anyway, do guys even think about us at this phase?
q: sure we do.
a: but?
q: there is no ‘but’.. we do think about you and sometimes we even miss you.
a: but?
q: ha ha ha.. but we knew that you better off without us.
a: oh whatever!

q: what makes you least happy right now?
a: let me think.
q: okay.
a: maybe the fact that in another part of this world there are children who find difficulties to own one single pencil at this moment. and also war. and poverty of course.
q: oh i thought it would be something more simple.
a: such as?
q: such as you are missing somebody.
a: ah! yea, i can always add.

q: don’t you know that i like you?
a: i know.
q: how?
a: i attract people whom i like.
q: really?
a: …
q: hmmm…

q: are you in love?
a: right now? i don’t know. maybe i am not. am i? huh this is a tricky question!
q: why so?
a: if i say i am, you will ask who. if i say i am not, it will hurt someone.
q: so you have someone right now?
a: another tricky question. you are so bad!
q: ha ha ha

q: are you going to put this on your blog?
a: maybe.

q: are you thirsty?
a: i am.
q: let’s have something for you.
a: can i choose?
q: i think that would be coffee.
a:

in one silly evening

Things a guy does when he meets a hot girl

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MARRIAGE A LA MODE

Fiction Short Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

Dear Reader, I am sure you have heard the saying: Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Now, please read this fiction short story:

At exactly 8 PM her cell-phone rings in her hand. She’s expecting the call – that’s why she’s holding the cell-phone in her hand. She looks at the caller-id, accepts the call, moves the mobile phone near her ear and says, “I love you, darling!”

“I love you, Sugar!” says her husband’s voice from half way around the globe. On his bed beside him, sprawled with arms and legs outstretched like a fallen statue, the woman is still asleep, her breathing untroubled.

It’s a long distance marriage, and the ‘married bachelors’ have been following the same drill for quite some time now – two calls every day at exactly the same time (Eight in the morning she calls him up just before leaving for work and eight in the evening she receives his call from half way across the globe just before he leaves for work. And both of them start their conversation automatically with the words: “I love you, darling! Or, I love you, Sugar!” He’s her ‘darling’ and she’s his ‘Sugar’!)

“How was your day?” the husband asks.

“Hectic. Lot’s of work. Deadlines to meet!” the wife answers. She steals a glance at the handsome young man sitting beside her in the darkened lounge bar.

“It’s terrible here too,” the husband says, “It’s killing – the work. Too much traveling. Sales meets, seminars, conferences. One hotel to another. Living out of a suitcase. I’m feeling exhausted.”

It’s true. The husband is indeed feeling exhausted; a relaxing, satiating kind of exhaustion. He gets up and opens the window and allows the early morning air to cool his body, then turns around and looks at the marvelous body of the woman on his bed. She looks lovelier than ever before, and as he remembers the ferocity of her lovemaking, he feels waves of desire rise within him. Not for a long time has the mere sight of a woman aroused the lion in him to such an extent. He smiles to himself. He feels proud and elated; it was a grand performance. Spontaneous lovemaking at its best; not like the planned and contrived “quality” lovemaking with his wife, full of performance anxiety, each performing for the other’s gratification, putting on an act and both faking pleasure thinking the other would not know.

“Yes, darling. Poor you. I can understand,” the wife says, and sips her potent cocktail. It’s her third. She wonders what it is – the mysterious but deadly intoxicating cocktails her companion is plying her with, and she is feeling gloriously high.

“I’m just waiting for this hectic spell of work to be over so we can meet,” the husband says. He sits on the edge of the bed and looks at the sleeping woman. Mesmerized, marveling. It is difficult to believe that in a few hours from now they would be addressing each other formally again.

“Oh, yes. It’s been three months and I’m dying to meet you. When are we meeting?” the wife asks.

“I’m planning a fantastic vacation. I’ll let you know soon. We’ll go to some exotic place. Just the two of us. Quality Time!” the husband says to his faraway wife and at the same time looks yearningly at the gorgeously sexy woman lying so close to him.

“That’s great! We must spend some Quality Time together,” the wife says to her distant husband while she snuggles close against her strikingly handsome colleague. He presses his knee against hers. She presses hers against his. He moves his hand around her over her soft skin and pulls her gently. She feels an inchoate desire. He gently strokes her hair, and she turns towards him, her mouth partly open as he leans over her.  Fuelled by the alcohol in her veins, she can sense the want churning inside her like fire. And as she looks into his eyes, and feels the intensity of his caresses, she can sense her resistance melting.

“I love you, Sugar!” the husband says.

“I love you, darling!” the wife says.

Their lovey-dovey conversation completed, both the long distance spouses disconnect their cell-phones, focus on their present objects of affection, and, with renewed zeal, carry on the passionate amorous activity presently in hand. After all, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

At the beginning of this story I had quoted a famous saying: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Now I am temped to say: Absence makes the heart grow fonder – for someone else.

MARRIAGE A LA MODE

Fiction Short Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

Copyright © Vikram Karve 2009

Vikram Karve has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.

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