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Loud music. I sit outside with some friends from theatre talking and drinking.
Andrew’s friend Tim joins us. Slender, tall, dark curly hair, nothing special as for my liking but he is so extremely nice to me! He tries chatting with me all the time and soon I find out he visited Czech republic not that long ago. The conversation goes really well.
Koro … bagged and labelled.
He comes on time, at 4 pm as agreed, gives me a hug and holds me for a long time in his arms. Then he lifts me up in the air playfully. Is he happy to see me? Did he miss me? Seems like it but you never know. I offer him something to drink but he’s not thirsty. I notice that his hair has grown since the last time I saw him. I liked it shorter. It is strange because Koro doesn’t seem to turn me on as much as he used to. Still there is some flame but it’s only 30% of what I felt just few weeks ago.
In Omar’s new Mercedes. I explain to him i should probably be single now. Not ready for anything serious. Omar says he understands and confesses that he too is sick of girls now. He apologizes he wasn’t seeing me often enough. We agree we will go to theatre together some time. As friends of course.
Now when I know Omar is neutral I may even let him pick me up from home!
During the meeting with Omar a txt comes from the Horny Dog. He apologizes for his email and says he really wants to be my friend. I’m tempted. After all apparently dog is a man’s best friend…
Koro comes back and sees something is wrong with me. I explain the misunderstanding with the phone number. He tells me not to worry about it. Apparently when he disappeared he followed the guy to the bar next door and either took his sim card from him or told him to delete my number from his phone book.
It is getting better between us but the girl keep saying I behave like an angry, precious princess.
Dinner with Carl the Piglet. Wine and pizza. Nice pizza good wine. His teeth are of bad quality and for me teeth are very important! For now I let it slip because the conversation flows and teeth can be fixed with braces later.
I tell him about myself. I even mention the blog. I joke that if is he’s naughty I will write bad things about him and put all his details on line.
He picked a nice intelligent movie but I notice he breathes very heavily. A bit annoying.
Drinks first. I know Horny Dog will pay for the dinner so even though at the SpeedDate I said he will pay for everything, I pay for the drinks. He lets me. He should not let me.
This proves he’s cheap.
I feel as if I’m cheating on Koro. I know I shouldn’t : I’m not his wife, not even a fiancée or girlfriend, but I still feel a bit bad. I think it’s because of his ‘I miss you’. Oh well he does not try to secure his exclusive access to me so I will not grant it to him just like that!
Koro could get out only for 2 hours. Nice he came all the way. It shows he’s determined and cares about me.
I’m eating a huge chocolate cake with lots of whipped cream. We talk about movies and lazy waitresses who serve us when his mobile rings. It’s his cook. Some pipe broke in the kitchen and Koro has to leave immediately.
Oh what a same!
I though he was in rush but when we get to my place he switches the engine off. We kiss each other goodbye on the lips ‘with tongue’ this time. In the middle of the day, right in front of my house…
It’s 6 pm now. The wood for fire is ready. We sit in a circle and drink. I’m slightly removed from the circle because even though my tonight’s evening gown consists of a dirty from paint truck pants and an ugly tight T-shirt in green and purple strips I want to welcome 2009 with some make up on.
“Lips too? Show me what you look like? Will the difference be visible?” I hear Dave’s voice from behind.
Now I’m in bed writing it all down and Omar just txtd me.
“I just got back home. I had a great time tonight. You’re so sweet”
“You’re not bitter either;)” I reply although I don’t really know if he’s bitter or not as I didn’t ‘taste’ him. Oh I’m so funny… very funny…
It’s nice he txtd, although if he didn’t it would also be OK. I couldn’t care less. Only my lips and nipples are sore now as he was sucking on them a bit too hard.
I’m still in bed. My eyes are closed. I can hear the birds singing outside, the grasshoppers are making their noises and I can small the flowers outside my window. It’s a nice peaceful morning. I turn to my other side and open my eyes and … I see something that makes my body go stiff. It’s on my pillow right in front of me.
I’m staring at it and it’s staring back at me. I kneel down to look closely at it. My lips shape into grin, my eyebrows frown. Slowly from my pillow I pick up a curly, black hair. It’s Ali’s hair - undeniable proof of Ali’s presence, a reminiscent, a remaining of Ali.
I am originally from Czech. I am 26 and very single now. I created this diary to get some relief. I hope spelling it all out will help me go through it.