I just can't get you out of my head

girl your loving is all I think about

I just can't get you out of my head

girl it's more than I dare to think about



LALALA LALALALALA LALALA



and so on....



anyway, I woke up at 8 am this morning, thinking about that girl. When can I call her, and when can I meet her. I don't want to seem psycho or anything, don't want to seem as desperate as I am....





I gotta play it like a player as well, but that has always been hard for me.

For now, I will just use all the free time and clean the flat, and listen to the new recort of Amy Winehouse that I bought yesterday.





Here is Amy Winehouse, and if you don't know her yet, be shure to check her out!

She is great!
Amy Winehouse

she playes it tough

I slept all weird today.... woke up at 6, took a shower, and realized that I was still a bit drunk. Went to bed and couldnt sleep. Man, I was thinking the whole time about that girl.

Hell, I didn`t want to seem so desperate, so I didn't write her any SMS until just now, 2 pm.

I seriously know the best pizza-place in Berlin, and I asked if she would care for some....

And damm, no, she got no time today. I mean, I am shure she has, but she plays hard to get. I know that, and I see that game, but what can I say... it works on me. Now I keep thinking about her the whole day, try to keep my self from writing her more messages, try to bock her out of my thoughts, but its so damm hard to do that.

I gotta go to sport or something like that, gotta find a way to liberate all that testosteron that I bild up.....


probably the thing to do..............



darn!

...,so I went out

So I went out. I went out with Franzi, that beautiful tall blond beautiful beautiftul girl. She is as tall as I am, all firm, but no skinny. She is tough in her body, and though in flirting. It took me almost 5 hours, and pretty much the same amount of drinks to get her to kiss me. She finaly did, in the third bar we went to. That was some irish pup, the band played Rolling Stones and some CCR, and she danced a lot with me. When finaly she started to dance close, the band anounced that this would be their last song. I had to pay them a whiskey (took the cheapest one there was) EACH so they would play some more. Thank god it was a 3-guys band.

Thank god that after "IIIIIIIII Waaaaaaaaanaaa faaaaaaal in looooooooove, with youuuuuu" from I think Chris Isaak or someting like that she finaly kissed me. I know she likes me, and I know that she is atracted to me. But she plays it like a player, always that sadistic smile around the corners of her mouth when I try to kiss her. She likes me, but she likes to play with me.

Fair enough, right now I like to be played with.

Gonna call her tomorow, see how things are. We kissed a bit tonight, lets see how everything is after the alcohol left our bodys.....


.....what a great girl, realy would love to know her better......

First date no score

So I met that syrian girl again today. We went to some café and talked for about 3 hours. It was quite clear from the start that I would not get into her pants today or any day soon, but she was an interesting enough person to just spend time with her nevertheless. Learn a lot about Syria, and I got an offer from her to visist her there... ...might just do that, because that city Damaskus is one of the oldes citys in the world, and I would never go there if I would not know anyone... ....just too different the culture, and I wouldn't know what to do there, what is safe and what not...

Anyway, so I had an interesting conversation, and even though I did not get lucky with her, I discoverd a interesting and intelligent person... ....and it showed me what I might want to become myself one day (soon).

I do have another date tonight, and this time I realy want to get lucky. Man, that woman is pretty, that woman is beautyful, and after that final breakup-phonecall from my ex yesterday, I don't even have a guilty contiousness.

Well, I will let you know.....

its all over now, baby blue

So instead of meeting that syrian girl (she has to work late, but maybe we met for a coffee tomorow) my ex-girlfriend called me. She asked me straight to my face if I met someone. I sad (like any man) NO. We talked a bit, and she ased me some pretty straight questions, which I did not answer well. I realized that I dont care for her as much as I used to, and that I lost my trust in her. She told me that all the "I want to get a baby with you"-stuff was some sort of psycho-test, and that she just wanted to find out if I would have a future with her. Well, my thought was that even if we would have had a future, with a test like this you make pretty shure that that future breaks. No wonder I feel like I am betrayed.

Anyway, she said that she was going to sort everything out, to go for it and all, but that now after my response she doesnt want anymore.

So the breakup is final.

I guess

At least I am going to my dates as a true singel, not betraying anyone now.



Still feel like an ashole.....

an email

Ha! She wrote me a mail, asking me to meet!

That Syrian girl! Just found her mail in my Spam-filter! Man, she was not trying to sell penis-enlargement-pills or ViARg Ra CHeAp or anything!
She asked me to meet her when I have free time, so tonight I might just get a date! Got one tomorow already with another girl that I realy like, but lets see how things work out.

Wrote her an SMS, still waiting for the answer from that syrian girl!

Back in the game

Circus Bar

During my education a few years back, I used to work in the bar of a hostel. The name of the hostel was Circus - and in someway that fit very well.
The first bar of that hostel was small. In fact, it was smaller than the flat I live in right now, and that barely has 50 qm. The first bar was fantastic: a small room at groundlevel, with a tiny bar where we sold beer in bottels and mixed drinks, with two computers and a big TV. There also was a room downstairs, with some old comfortable chairs, and 3 automatic pay-washing-maschines. Pretty much everything you would need for a small hostel. In the morning they served breakfast, during the day everyone came to check their emails, and at night all the foreign tourists came to start the night with a few cheap drinks, maybe meet someone you could go out and party with.

Of course everyone liked the man behind the bar.

I was happy working there, even though it was one of the hardes times in my life. Working 2 nights a week, sometimes 3, next to a fulltime education - you can only do that when you are young. But it did have some benefits. Girls! There where so many girls from all around the world, and they where all eager to have a good time. What more can they ask for than a native guide, good looking (yeah, I was thin back then), friendly, with good english-skills. I don't know how many tours I gave to girls, and with quite some of them, a tour endet at night at my place. It was basicly what they wanted, a nice adventure in a great city, and for me it was just fine. I just came out of a terible relation - and didn't want to slide right back in a new one. I just wanted to have fun, and I did.

So the easyest way to pick up a girl is not to go to a bar, but to work there, because behind a bar you are always two notches cooler than the regular customer.
Of course, if there is a lot of work, you miss out on all the conversation, maybe have to let one girl go with a jerk or something like that, but in the end you get to know a lot of beautyful woman.