nice nice nice
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fun fun fun
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By simon
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universeofwomen
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By simon
I need to add that when I went to a party yesterday evening, I was almost certain that Rachelle was there, too. She looked very much like her, and behaved like her. A friend of mine ensured me it wasn't her. He even said she didn't look like her. But why did I think so? WHY? I thought she looked very much like her. What kept me from truly believing it, was that I couldn't imagine why she would have been there.
I've been confused ever since.
Why did I not dare ask her?
Common sense
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By simon
It's been nearly two weeks since I set my heart on the saying 'third time's a charm.'
It's been nearly two weeks since the day I made clear to my neighbor girl who this guy was that secretly made her presents. I thought I also made clear that I would be glad if she wrote back (and that I would be more than glad if she truly was Rachelle). I thought I did.
For nearly two weeks my questions have remained unanswered. And for nearly two weeks, every second's been like a minute, every minute's been like a day. (I love these lines in 'wish you were here' by Rednex).
After nearly two weeks, after revealing why I keep on doing what I've been doing, after telling her who I am, and after providing her with my name and cell phone number, I have not heard anything from her.
«Hmm...»
It's hard for me to stay rational when Rachelle is involved. In fact, I believe it's simply impossible. Nonetheless, I've come up with a list of alternatives that explain to me why she doesn't reply:
#1 The girl is Rachelle. She has been utterly flattered by my presents. She would love me to go on, to never stop and see what my next step will be. She does not respond because she wants someone who is serious about this.
#2 It's her. She was flattered in the beginning, but somehow has an akward feeling about it. She feels it's inappropriate what I did and chooses to ignore it. This way, she needn't come up with silly excuses.
#3 It's her. She lives in a relationship that she'd like to leave. For her, it was nice to see that there are other men out there. It gives her a good feeling to start watching out for others.
#4 It's her. She happily lives in a relationship and wonders why I try to get her interested. She chooses not to reply as the response might hurt my feelings.
#5 It's her. She happily lives in a relationship and doesn't take seriously what I've intented to say. She doesn't reply, hoping I'll stop by myself because this is really getting on her nerves.
#6 It's her. She was terribly freightened by the fact that someone watched her doing dishes. She's in contact with the local police to discuss further steps. She considers installing a security system as she's had bad experiences with men, dislikes them, and does not trust them. She now believes some old, haggard yet frightening looking man, dressed in a black suit, has been around wanting to fulfill his darkest and nastiest fantasies with her.
#7 It's someone who looks just like her. A true doppelgänger.
#8 It's someone who does not look like her at all. My phantasies took over my visual perception.
#9 It's someone who does not look like her at all. It's time to check with a shrink as I likely went thru an acute schizoprehnic episode.
#8 It's a straight guy who laughs off his a**.
Besides my 'elaborate' list; with some commen sense, what explanation can there possibly be for someone not to react at all?
I wish I knew.
'wish you were here'
wish you were here
me oh my countryman
wish you were here
wish you were here
don't you know the stove is getting colder
and I miss you like hell
and I'm feeling blue
I've got feelings for you babe
do you still feel the same
from the first time I laid my eyes on you
I felt joy of living
I saw heaven in your eyes in your eyes
I miss your laugh I miss your smile
I miss everything about you
every second's like a minute
every minute's like a day
when you're far away
wish you were here
the stove is getting colder baby
wish you were here
a battlefield of love and fear
Jean-Paul Sartre
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By simon
A Brawny Hunk
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it's my life
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By simon
Many comment writers have asked me to post pictures of myself. (Some even asked by using words I unfortunately cannot publish...)
As most of you know, the blog was initially called 'nasty predator' mainly because I wanted it to sound like a nice place of an average young guy in his twenties.
Why not 'predator' I thought? David Beckham's cleats are called predator. I think he's a role model for many guys; so, why not? What's more, the Adidas brand stands for sports, health, fun, manhood, and many other desirable attributes.
Why not 'nasty' I thought? Given that predator leaves a brawny, male, sporty, and a bit a harsh impression, there could be a more intuitive, and probably wilder side to it? Nasty seemed o.k. to me. Seemed. I wanted to seem a tiny bit 'mean,' in order to prevent a narrow-minded image.
If I had a better command of the English language, I could have foreseen what the reactions would be. Tremendous reactions were to follow. Several blog readers felt that this name made the impression of a site they rather would not visit.
Please believe me when I say that I love to be visited. I love to receive innumerable comments. I love people spreading the word about my site. Because it is great to collect as many different opinions as possible from people with the most possible different backgrounds, ages, occupations, interests, and most of all, the most different opinions. It's the variety in my life that I love and cannot live without.
And so I changed. 'Brawny Hunk' was what sounded great to me. For several reasons.
Honestly, what man doesn't want to be brawny? Not to mention, who doesn't want to be a hunk? And what woman doesn't want to date a brawny man; a hunk?
Now, wannabe and be are totally different from each other. The first is what marketing strategists make of David Beckham; the latter represents reality.
So where do I fit in? I don't know. I believe everybody would have a slightly different opinion on my looks.
I live in a rather narrow-minded environment. Many of my colleagues at university strive to make big career in business. A part of me wants this, too. You can imagine there is competition going on at college already. For example, my room mate has repeatedly threatened me to use anything negative against me in the future. He said he could very well imagine blackmailing other people if he wouldn't suceed careerwise. Pretty scary, huh?
Therefore, I decided to shield my identity when I started this blog. I thought that only by writing anonymously would I be able to write all about myself. And I mean, all. My keenest dreams and strongest wishes, my biggest fears and deepest regrets.
But, every now and then I get weak. And change the attitude I initially had.
So, here is a picture of myself that partly reveals what I look like:
As most of you know, the blog was initially called 'nasty predator' mainly because I wanted it to sound like a nice place of an average young guy in his twenties.
Why not 'predator' I thought? David Beckham's cleats are called predator. I think he's a role model for many guys; so, why not? What's more, the Adidas brand stands for sports, health, fun, manhood, and many other desirable attributes.
Why not 'nasty' I thought? Given that predator leaves a brawny, male, sporty, and a bit a harsh impression, there could be a more intuitive, and probably wilder side to it? Nasty seemed o.k. to me. Seemed. I wanted to seem a tiny bit 'mean,' in order to prevent a narrow-minded image.
If I had a better command of the English language, I could have foreseen what the reactions would be. Tremendous reactions were to follow. Several blog readers felt that this name made the impression of a site they rather would not visit.
Please believe me when I say that I love to be visited. I love to receive innumerable comments. I love people spreading the word about my site. Because it is great to collect as many different opinions as possible from people with the most possible different backgrounds, ages, occupations, interests, and most of all, the most different opinions. It's the variety in my life that I love and cannot live without.
And so I changed. 'Brawny Hunk' was what sounded great to me. For several reasons.
Honestly, what man doesn't want to be brawny? Not to mention, who doesn't want to be a hunk? And what woman doesn't want to date a brawny man; a hunk?
Now, wannabe and be are totally different from each other. The first is what marketing strategists make of David Beckham; the latter represents reality.
So where do I fit in? I don't know. I believe everybody would have a slightly different opinion on my looks.
I live in a rather narrow-minded environment. Many of my colleagues at university strive to make big career in business. A part of me wants this, too. You can imagine there is competition going on at college already. For example, my room mate has repeatedly threatened me to use anything negative against me in the future. He said he could very well imagine blackmailing other people if he wouldn't suceed careerwise. Pretty scary, huh?
Therefore, I decided to shield my identity when I started this blog. I thought that only by writing anonymously would I be able to write all about myself. And I mean, all. My keenest dreams and strongest wishes, my biggest fears and deepest regrets.
But, every now and then I get weak. And change the attitude I initially had.
So, here is a picture of myself that partly reveals what I look like:
(click on the image to see it full size.)
Is Third Time A Charm?
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By simon
Recently, I was asked if I had ever seen Rachelle after I started making her presents. The answer is yes and no. Someone was home, but I did not see her in the window again. Interestingly, it seems as if the occupent of the apartment didn't live there on an every-day basis. At least only infrequently is there light in the apt.
This is why I went one step further and revealed my identity. I wrote to her a letter that said I was wondering whether she has moved in my neighorhood and that I was curious whether she was Rachelle.
And, implicitly assuming it is her who would read the letter, I added that I'd love to cook for her or go to the movies with her. Just anything. I ended the letter by a word of hope. Hope that she'll write back to me.
I have staied with my sister's for these past days. Therefore, I couldn't check my mail box and do not know if someone responded. I hope things will clear up soon.
I got to wondering if third time's a charm for me?
Chasin' Cars
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universeofwomen
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By simon
I have been waiting for a response from my neighbor, Rachelle, for several days.
After a time of uncertainty whether she truly lives in my neighborhood, I decided to get her a present. I went to a flower shop and bought a red rose. I burned the song Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol) on a CD and printed its lyrics on a blue sheet. Beneath the lyrics I added the words 'would you?' in order for her to trigger a question.
Only one day after I had laid everything in front of her door, it occured to me she possibly doesn't know who made her this present.
Therefore, I burned another CD which I named 'des chansons francophones' and put it into her mail box; along with a few words on a card and the lyrics of the song 'Message Personnel' (Les Enfoirés).
'Message Personnel' says more than a thousand words.
Love
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it's my life
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By simon
someone who cares, and shares
both joys and sorrows
both triumph and tragedy
someone who knows, and wants to know
what delights and enchants them
what's on their partner's mind
everybody strives for
what any words or any poetry
could ever capture
the lucky who've already found it
every so often take for granted
what is made the envy of others
A Man's Taste
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it's my life
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By simon
I went for a spontaneous appointment at the hairdresser's this afternoon. I wanted something new; something fresh and sassy.
The hairdresser was extremely loquacious and wordy. She noticed I had colored my hair a few weeks before. After a few sentences of breaking the ice, she asked who had picked the color of my hair. I said that I picked it all by myself. She was baffled. And there was an awkward silence in the room.
She added that if men wear colored hair that fits their complexion, it's usually their girlfriends who chose the color. How stereotyped.
Are men unable to improve their looks on their own? I keep wondering if only gay men, fags, and all other kinds of non-heterosexuals are in the position to have good taste?
Who is to say that average straight men can't have a feminine side to them which makes them aware of details that others simply don't notice or care about?
like the statue of david
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people
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By simon
