sâmbătă, 10 martie 2012

French men

2 weeks in France was enough to make some new bias about french men. not bad at all- Paris was full of sophisticated cute dudes always checking you up on the street, trying to talk to you, pissing in the corners of the buildings, screaming at you from cars on the other part of the street and so on. An agressive wilderness which made me feel like a lost Cinderella.

Someone should make a rule in the religious books -NEVER DO YOUR FRIENDS- well, that wouldn't help me much as I am not a religious dudette ....

Once more, France prooved me french men are good in bed but horrible in social encounters, confused, and borderlique so to say(the french for messed-up).

I found french girls I've met totally lacking charm whereas the boys were pretty intresting and charmfull. The afroamerican dudettes on the other hand were awesomely hot...

Let's talk abt this next time, I've got a dinner to start preparing:)

Another surrealist day in Sakarya 2

Well, yeah, I couldn't quite resist to a moto so I hoped on and just let myself go. It was comfy and weird, fast and coldish but my adrenaline was high and not in a bad way so I enjoyed it and didnt think about anything else.

I asked him to stop somewhere near my house but not quite my house, the guy seemed to be a stalker and, as I dont live alone, was not quite in the mood for fans.

When I said cok tessekur ederim and iyi aksamlar(thank you so much and have a nice evening) the guy said call me tomorrow, please, call me tomorrow. I was in a bit of shock, no guy asked me with a -PLEASE- for a sign back, it kinda freaked me out but didn't take it too seriously.

I tried to avoid him next days, though we met at the gym and all around the campus-I was saying hi but mentioning I don/t really have time to go out, to his texts where he used names as -princess-.

Well, every girl wants to be a princess at least once, no? If you cannot  make up your mind yet take it as a homework.



The princess of darkness :)