WHy can't I like the nice, stable ones, dammit?

OK, my dear fellow Dopers, please help me, as I’m falling back into my original neuroses. Bad Hat, as much as you say we should enjoy the journey as well as the destination (and as you also mentioned, I’m not entirely sure where the journey will lead; if you have that kind of self-confidence, then you’re definitely a step ahead of me!), I’m having a hard time with it. Maybe it’s because my last serious journey was so darn compressed that there was no time to obsess over it…but those darn insecurities are popping up again.

So Dude #2 mentioned a play for later this week, but I haven’t heard from him yet, although he mentioned he’d e-mail me yesterday. Since he starts and ends work later than me by several hours, and since I was at class rather than at home last night (drooling over my guitar teacher, of course, not that that’s relevant for these purposes), I was hoping there would be a note in my inbox this morning, but alas, there wasn’t. Maybe this means something, and maybe I shouldn’t read too much into it. That, coupled with the heretofore complete lack of smoochage, are making me feel once again like my old insecure, neurotic, high-school-social-reject self, which I hate and was hoping to have left far behind by this point in my life (and which I didn’t felt like at all while I was with him).

Maybe I just need to come up with more stuff to do that a) takes place at night, and b) unlike biking, or even eating dinner across a large wooden restaurant table, involves scootching into close physical proximity. Maybe Ravinia or Grant Park…plus, keep in mind we’ve never gone out on a night where we both didn’t have to work the next day. Maybe that’s it. Other ideas are welcome. Am I going to have to a) call him on it, or b) beat him over the head with a baseball bat?

Plus, I don’t want to seem overly frantic about wanting to set up the plans, but I do have a couple of commitments for later in the week and the weekend, and would like some reassurance that he does actually still want to get together again…I forwarded all the relevant info to another guy friend, and this was his take on it. So who concurs, who doesn’t, and why or why not? I was thinking of the breezy e-mail approach toward the end of the workday today if I haven’t heard anything by then…

“Hm. Tricky question. Well, here’s my initial take:

  1. Day dates tend to fall into the category of “date lite.” So they don’t tend to be great opportunities for stoking the flames.

  2. School night dates also tend to be date lite, but not as much as category 1. So I think your thought re: dates on a night when neither of you has obligations the next morning
    has merit.

  3. Some guys take a while to make the move, even if they really want to. It’s all a matter of reading body language, which is not an exact science. So, while it is easy to say “oh I would have made a move by now”, it’s harder to say if there was something in your body language that may have been sending the wrong signal. I mean, I can’t tell you how many times my arm has gone dead from resting it on the back of my date’s seat in a movie theater about one molecule away from actually touching her.

  4. There is nothing wrong with making the first move. Go in for a smooch. If he’s interested, he won’t pull away.

  5. A date that has cuddling opportunities would provide a better forum for a reasoned analysis if you’re not going to go all out and invite him to come over some night to help you cook dinner. Perhaps a movie in the park? Grant Park runs theirs on Tuesday. Tonight is the Marx Brothers’ “Horse Feathers”, and the next two weeks (rounding out the series for the summer) are “Vertigo” and “West Side Story.” Again, see point 4. If you do something basic like hold his hand or snuggle in, he should take the bait.

  6. As far as the play is concerned, you should be concerned a little bit at this point if he hasn’t emailed you about the play yet because the amount of “later this week” is shrinking. A brief, breezy email asking about it is enough. Something like “so what’s this play you were so hyped up about?”

Hope that helps.”

Your well-reasoned feedback will be highly appreciated. I feel like I’m back in seventh grade.

Sincerely,
Eva Luna

P.S. Bad Hat, I hear the Wilco film is really cool…I recently fixed up the aforementioned guy friend, and he took her to see it a couple of weeks ago on a second date, and they are currently planning to go away together over Labor Day weekend (which is not at all his usual M.O., BTW; he’s generally much more conservative). Hope your evening works out just as swimmingly.

Eva – milk the inventory! you got more arrows in the quiver, and if you don’t make some contact, they might go stale…

Try giving dude #3 a response, and let dude #2 think about it… meanwhile, you’ve got some new interests to compare…

Heck, while you’re at it, respond to dude #4, too…

If dude #2 is a winner, he’ll float to the top, if not, he’ll disappear, but it will be because one of these other dudes has taken the lead…

Ya know, there are two parts of my brain that are constantly dueling with each other: there’s the shy, nervous, unpopular, bookwormy seventh grader, and there’s the confident, smart, flirty, professional 33-year-old feminist. I’m starting to think it’s like matter and anti-matter. It must stop, NOW.

Dude #2 just e-mailed back with a proposal for one of my choice of 3 plays for this weekend…all look excellent, and exactly what I would have picked myself. He’s just a little slower to respond than I am (or a little busier at work, or something). This juggling of guys really doesn’t come naturally to me, and never has, and quite probably never will. I hate it; it always feels horribly awkward. I think my sister got all the family guy-juggling genes, but that’s a quite different thread.

Anyway, the moral of the story, and my new dating mantra: “trust your instincts…trust your instincts…”

P.S. It gets funnier. I have apparently inspired half my office to place Reader Matches ads this week…a bunch of us wrote and placed one by committee for a shy and despairing co-worker who needed a kick in the dating butt; she was a bit flustered at first, but then thanked us for it. The kicker: one of the same guys responded to her that responded to me!

So much to say:

alright, the by-committee personal ad is the cutest thing i’ve head all day… must here how that turns out. When i showed my best friend a picture of ATG from her online personal… he did a double take and went “YOU MET THAT ON LINE!!!”
:smiley:
she’s a hottie.

Internet and Personal Ad Dating: its not just for D&D players anymore.

Glad to hear about the turnaround Eva… i was reading your 2nd to last post and trying to piece together some advice and then i got to the last one and realized that it seems to have worked it self out.

I do this too by the way, if someone says they’re gonna call, i sit around and wait and get nervous and check my email a little to often, and then, almost invariably the person writes or calls and has no idea that they did anything wrong by not calling on the EXACT day or the EXACT time they said they would.

Its just a different kind of thinking. Not to say that punctuallity and keeping ones word shouldn’t be encouraged, but we the obsessive ones could probably stand to turn it down a notch too.

Dude #2 sounds promising, but i also agree (with my Favorite poster of the week: TalknigHead- based solely on contributions to this thread) that its a big world, and you have lots of arrows. Poly-dating is tough, because it feels sort of dirty, but if #2 is taking his sweet time, there nothing wrong with going on some other dates in the mean time, just for fun…

Plus, if Dude #2 should hear about the other dates (casually and subtley dropped into conversation) he might get the hint and start calling back when he’s supposed to, if he thinks you are worth it.

“Dating” /= “couple” or “committment”, especially after a few dates. Sure, if things are going really well, its flattering to learn that someone I’m dating isn’t seeing anyone else (or even better that they WERE, but stopped after a few dates with ME), but don’t feel obliged.

And Eva, i doubt i have any more self confidence than you do, i’m just trying to condition myself to know what i want, but be flexible about it… And realize that if this girl doesn’t meet my expectations, I can still have fun hanging out for a little while. or move on. Yo uare a smart professional feminist with a great sense of humor… any guy would be lucky to get some of THAT.

recondition yourself to stop thinking about it as hoping that he picks YOU, and start looking at it as “love and attention and affection are things YOU DESERVE DAMNIT!!!” and realize that thers 15 other guys on your voicemail lining up for a chance, so it really is a buyer’s market for you right now… and seriously:

ENJOY IT!!!

ps what plays did he suggest?

Chris (t-minus 3 hours till the wilco movie w/ ATG)

Auntie Em, i used to realy love the Jayhawks, haven’t heard much in a while though. they had one album i LOVED (the one with “I’ll run away”)

Eva, re: the quest for a nighttime evening date, i see what you’re getting at, I think afternoon dates are excellent first (and second) dates, because they tend to be more active, laid back, friendly, cheaper, and one can more easily pretend to have other plans later if things aren’t going well. but you should definintely try to progress toward the Friday or Saturday night thing.

Chris (how do you fight lonliness? smile all the time)

Gotta run for now, but this is what Dude #2 suggested, and bonus: it’s a shameless plug for the Reader, our Favorite SDMB Sponsor! Actually, I had tried to go to the Showgirls thing a few months ago with a friend, but somehow we never quite made it. And y’all know I’ll update you afterwards…unless, of course, my typing fingers are busy…

THE BUMBLINNI BROTHERS SHOW Paul Kalina and Chuck Stubbings star in a
family-oriented showcase of clowning, acrobatics, and other circus antics.
Kevin Theis directs this Circus Tortellini production. “Kalina and . . .
Stubbings are Tony and Tony Bumblinni, last in the family line of eccentric
circus performers, in this delightful new show. . . . Cowriter Kevin
Theis’s taut direction keeps the antics on track without damaging the
engagingly loosey-goosey improvisational quality of the duo’s interactions
with each other and the audience. [The actors’] deliberately artless
approach is a huge part of the fun here, and their chemistry is flawless as
they exchange physical gags, insults, and malapropisms,” says Reader critic
Kerry Reid. Actors Gymnasium, Noyes Cultural Arts Center, 927 Noyes,
Evanston, 773-665-4332. Through September 8: Fridays, 7:30 PM; Saturdays, 3
and 7:30 PM; Sundays, 3 PM. $10.

SOCK PUPPET SHOWGIRLS Harvey Finklestein’s Institute of Whimsical,
Fantastical and Marvelous Puppet Masterage (whew!) presents a puppet parody
of Paul Verhoeven’s notoriously bad 1995 film about the Las Vegas skin
trade. “The movie is ripe for a scathing send-up, which [this] ramshackle
troupe of puppeteers provides, hitting all the right notes with its
obnoxious, profane interactive show. Finklestein’s Showgirls is 100 percent
id, as astonishingly elaborate sock puppets delight in baring their boobies
and dry humping one another. [This] relentlessly mean-spirited
Punch-and-Judy show draws its audience into the fray and makes something
that’s easy to ridicule even more fun to hate,” says Reader critic Nick
Green. Noble Fool Theater Company, 16 W. Randolph, 312-726-1156. Through
August 17: Fridays-Saturdays, 11:30 PM. $5; free for persons showing a
ticket stub from a performance that evening at Noble Fool or any other Loop
theater


LA VIE ENNUI Gregg Opelka’s new musical comedy concerns a pair of Parisian
cabaret singers trying to compete with Edith Piaf. “There’s no ennui in
this perfectly packaged, memorably melodic, richly polished musical gem, a
bighearted salute to French cabaret and the chanteuses who break our
hearts. [Superbly] staged by Suzanne Avery Thompson, [this] charmer
deserves every showbiz break,” says Reader critic Lawrence Bommer. Theatre
Building Chicago, 1225 W. Belmont, 773-327-5252. Through September 8:
Thursdays-Fridays, 7:30 PM; Saturdays, 5 and 8 PM; Sundays, 2:30 PM. $24.

Well, that falls dangerously near the TMI line, but my last relationship left me with a health condition which responsible lovers share before getting anywhere near the Gates of Paradise. Mr. X failed to mention this until I came back from the doctor in shock and shame. There are a lot of reasons he is Mr. X and not Mr. Now, but that’s a pretty telling one. Chalk one up for the “bad boys syndrome.”

Now, I squirmed and squiggled a lot in 'fessing up to the Milk Man, because we were getting seriously flirty, and I have some funny hang-ups about what constitutes manipulation. If he knew what he was getting into, and still got into it, then great!!! I was so upset by the way Mr. X handled it, damned if I’ll let that be my MO.

So, under the circumstances, the flowers hit me where I am very vulnerable.

I do, I do remember. There was no real “getting to know you” stage. There was “how YOU doin’?” and “it’s your turn to clean.” In all honesty, it was a miserable relationship, and I chose it. But I have re-learned something critical: I love the “getting to know you” stage. I love mentally reviewing the time spent together and saying “if he reacted like that to that, would he like this, or have that attitude?” I really enjoy figuring people out. I owe me that this time round.

The boys’ nicknames drift a bit as time goes by: For example, my last guy was, during his reign, The Swede (He was black black black, and for some reason, this was terribly funny to both of us.) He is now Mr. X. But yes, I take great joy in finding the ideal nickname for each guy I get into.

Eva Luna, From what I gather, Guy #2 sounds like a good guy to enjoy. Short-term, long-term, however it works out. He does sound like he’s a little slow to move, and you may need to make up your mind to either wait him out, or set the timetable your own self. Either way, you decide what’s right for you, and stick to it. It’s okay that he’s slow to communicate: it doesn’t come as easily for some as others. And you have already learned something about being with him: You are far more comfortable with clarity than he is with detail. (IE, going for a ride together. Getting together later this week for a play. Vague, girl. Well-intentioned, but vague.)

Bad Hat, Kudos on the CD. My girlfriends all cherish the tapes/CDs made expressly for them. As do I. As does Awesome Teacher Girl. Way to go!!

Three cheers for romance!

mediocre date.

can’t explain.

no real reason, just kept sort of not connecting.

Have vague plans to get together again sometime.

Hoping it was just an off night.

I really like her, but don’t know what to make of tonght.

bummed

going to bed now.

more later

Chris

So Bad Hat, what a tease! No posts all day?

Was the movie at least good?

Are you going to give it at least one more chance? I’d hate to see such enthusiasm fizzle out over one mediocre night! Can you put your finger on what happened, now that you’ve (hopefully) had some sleep?

On a semi-related note, I still haven’t managed to ditch NJB; he e-mailed again today to ask what was up. He was brief and chatty, and it was perfectly reasonable since I haven’t called him back since Sunday, but I’m just not relishing what I know I have to do. Moral support, anyone?

Sorry for the suspense, I actually tried to post earlier, but the hamsters were apparently uncooperative.

The night was just sorta dissapointing, the movie was great, at dinner the food was great, but the conversation started to flag, and after that, she took me down to the Chagall wall, downtown, i suspect in the hopes that it would jump-start the sparks.

When i got home, I went to my neighbors apartment an talked about it, and in so doing realized three things:

1: even though I thought i was over it, i got in a big fight with the crazy ex yesterday morning over the phone about bills and security deposits and the like. It was ugly. Lipe don’t expect to ever communicate with her anytime soon.

She moved out in April, and we slowly weened off of eachother till early june and are very much over. I’ve dated since her, even had the illadvised little Thelam/louise fling. But still, the fight happened, so it was probably on my mind.

  1. Knowing that she doesn’t like that I smoke, i was very consious NOT to smoke during the date last night. the previous 2 dates had been in bars, and it idn’t seem like a big deal, but I had ONE between the movie and Dinner, but thats all i hadk over the course of a 5 hour date. this, for me, verges on the Herculean. It embarrassing to admit, but i think I got a little moody and distracted cuz of dull, back of my mind, cravings.

  2. My neighbor pointed this one out, and I don’t lke it, but its worth noting that this was also our first NON-bar date. As in, first entirely sober date. Sad. I really hope this part is just a coincidence.

SO, knowing what i knew, i slept on it,and this morning called her and said i wanted to talk about last night. (she had noticed it too, wasn’t just me). I said i wasnt sure exactly why we weren’t connecting last night, and that i was dissapointed, as I had really had a blast the first couple of times we went out… she agreed and admitted that she had essentially the SAME conversation with her best friend this morning that I’d had last night. and proceded to tell me all the crap that was going on with her that contributed to her being a little distracted.

I told her about the ex-fight, and then quickly assured her that the ex wasn’t any source of hidden “issues”, just a really ill timed fight between two people who are still battling about security deposits, and who owns the clock in the dining room, and “when are you gonna send me my Diploma, damnit?” type of stuff.

We talked a little bit about the fact that both of us are potentially inclined to move a little fast some time, and i told her about this thread, and my “takin it slow” support group, and agreed that we both had really really liked eachother based on this weekend, but admitted that we really don’t know much about eachother yet. She said she has sort of a pattern of dating younger guys, so she’s a little worried, as they all tend to flake out, so i pointed out that her lack of flakiness was actually one of the things that i really like about her, and that I am relatively stable, independant, have a career, friends of my own, no drug problems, and am emotionally unafraid of committment, should the right circumstances arise. And then i told her that my only patern is psychos.

We laughed, and agreed that it was just kind of a bum-night and that we needed to get together again. She invited me to an art-show on Friday night, which i accepted. And then she said “thank you, I’m so glad you called”, apparently feeling just as relieved as i was to be talking like humans again…

I got off the phone with her, revitalized about the whole thing, and decided that it was A) really inconsiderate to smoke around someone who doesn’t like it and B) really pathetic to allow fuckin’ cigarettes (or lack of) to put me in a bad mood and contribute to compromising a potentially good relationship. So as of today at noon, i am an EX-SMOKER. thats eight hours and counting.
So far so good. I have the rest of the week off,so i can bunker down in the apartment and watch tv and ignore humantiy for a few days if i need to. but it doesn’t even see mlike that’ll be necessary.

Actually the les i think and talk about it the better, so i’m gonna drop that part of the story. suffice to say, that today, i feel much better than i did last night.

So Eva, heres your moral support… if i can stop doing something i’ve done TWENTY TIMES A DAY FOR THE LAST TEN YEARS OF MY LIFE!!! you can write this guy a blow off letter. Or if you like , we could trade, you could not smoke and I’ll write this guy a letter for ya :smiley:

Chris (who reeeeeeally wishes he had some weed right now)

Bad Hat

I am very impressed. If I had just started dating someone who I knew to be a smoker, and he suddenly realized that he wanted to quit as a result of time spent with me, I would be bowled over.

Everyone has an out-of-sync spell. It’s most jarring early on, but
you have just reached a landmark in your relationship: bad feelings on both sides cleared up by open and honest conversation.

Ladies & Gentleman, raise your glasses (of milk :D) to Bad Hat and his lady, for successfully clearing the air!!

Hmm, having just re-read that, it sounds more sarcastic than I was going for!

Yeah, Bad Hat, congrats for forcing yourselves to clear the air. And even bigger congrats on the decision to become tobacco-free. I’m happy to not smoke on your behalf; unlike Bill Clinton, I really never have inhaled, even cigarettes, not a single puff (except secondhand; hey, there was that Dead show at Alpine Valley!), as I’m a bit asthmatic and any kind of smoke just kills me. So a smoker is a major no-no for me.

Actually, if I were trying to steel my nerves to write an e-mail, that would be not difficult at all. The problem is that I feel that e-mail is very impersonal for this purpose; maybe it’s just psychological self-flagellation, but I really feel I should call him. Problem is, if I do that, I have to hear his voice. I’ve toyed with the idea of calling and leaving a voicemail when I know he’s not around; at least it’s not just electrons then. I know, I know, stalling is way worse than just doing the deed…but we’ve already established that I’m a chicken-shit.

On the bright side, Dude #2 and I have plans to see Sock Puppet Showgirls, probably Saturday night. He also wants to do something before (the show isn’t until 11:30), but I have a party at my boss’ house, and it’s waaaaay too early to take him so my co-workers can interrogate him. (We’re a close-knit group, and they saw what a wreck I was after my last breakup, so they screen my prospectives VERY carefully. I can just picture my boss’ husband dragging him aside to ask him what his intentions are. Quite dishonorable, I hope.) The party starts early, though (6:00), so maybe I’ll just stop by for a little while on the way to he rendez-vous.

And Bad Hat, if you need to start a Recovering Smoker Support Thread, I think there’s been one banging around the boards somewhere, although never having been a smoker, I haven’t checked it out. I hear people who are trying to quit smoking frequently replace it with other habits that keep the mouth busy…

Dear god woman, what are you trying to do to me?
So far, i’m actually trying ot avoid the whole support threads for not smoking as I find that the less time i think about it PERIOD< the easier it is. I think reading about other peopls cravings and tricks and lapses etc would probably make it harder than just trying to get over it.

11 hours.

Thus moves forward my evil plan, of eliminating- one by one- all of the roadblocks that stand between you and me. You will be mine.

:wink:

Chris (who’s finding that The Fast and the Furious isn’t nearly as bad as I would have expected, and who also reeeeeally reeeeeally likes grapes,
and chedar cheese cubes, and carrot stocks, and altoids, and Edy’s Coconut Popsicle Bars, and…)

So, you’re saying I should take all your well-reasoned advice about Dude #2 with a grain of salt, as perhaps your intentions are less than honorable and altruistic?

:wink:

Bad Hat, good for you! (Also, good FOR you.)

Now you need to make a firm commitment to yourself to stay away from tobacco no matter what happens to your new relationship! That way, you won’t start blaming her every time you get a craving. Also, it means that you will gain from this experience whether it turns into a long-term thing or not.

Seawitch, thanks for the nice remark, about three pages back. (Today was the first day I came back to this thread.)

OK, reminder requested; anyone want to jog my memory on how to:
a) get a guy to make a move, or
b) summon my figurative cojones to make a move on him myself?

It’s been so darn long, I can’t remember. So far the most helpful suggestion has been along the lines of “Stick your tongue down his throat and see what happens.” And since that is unlikely to happen for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is my frequently mentioned chicken-shittedness, I was hoping for something slightly more subtle.

So the plan is to meet at a bar Saturday night a couple of blocks from the party at my boss’ house (his idea, and one of his former fave hangouts), from whence we can either a) proceed to a leisurely dinner before the sock puppets, or b) not.

After that, I guess anything goes. I was thinking of asking if he wants to meet my cat, since he’s in kitty withdrawal. Any other ideas for setting the stage?

Hopefully yours,
The Three Neurotic Faces of Eva Luna

ah geez Eva, you can’t put me in this position.

but being the good guy that i am, I’ll take a shot.

OK, i am a huge fan of he “catch em off guard after a special moment with a quick, closed mouth, but lingering just long enough to get the point across” kiss to break the ice.

He says something charming while you guys are out walking, just reach over and hit him with one once.

Don’t try hard to 'set the stage" and then wait for him to get the hint, just do it. When you feel comfortable and feel like he’ll least expect it.

If it works out, you’ve planted the seed in his head, if not, you aren’t stuck in your dark, candle and incense filled apartment with “kinda blue” playing in the background and two really uncomfortable people figuring out how to bolt.

Just kiss him. or ask him to kiss you. on the street, in a bar, in the park, at dinner. no heavy PDA, but a good asertive territorial smooch across the bow, as it were, never hurt anybody.

Chris (usually works for me anyway)

Well, Bad Hat (and as you can see by the posting time, apparently the issue has once again summoned my recent insomnia), for some of us it may take a little more planning. For as with my most recent ex, it’s going to take a little planning and cooperation; I’m 5’1" and he’s 6’1".

So if I try to hit him with a quick one, it’s going to hit him around bellybutton level. OK, so that might get the point across even better, but still.

My best guy buddy seems to think he’s a little shy, judging by what I’ve said about his other interactions (acutally, my friend is amazed that he hasn’t even made an inkling ofa move yet; his exact words were “Damn, Eva, I’d have made a move on you by now,” which is quite ludicrous since we’ve been best platonic buddies for basically the past 18 years. He said if there’s no smoochage after Saturday, the current theory will become that Dude #2 is actually in the closet.) So I don’t know if a PDA, no matter how cute and innocent, is the way to go.

I wasn’t thinking dark, candle and incense filled; maybe just relaxed, fat, and fuzzy cat and good Georgian music filled (the country, not the state; another one of my extremely esoteric and random interests that he has apparently shared for years, believe it or not, knows more about than I do).

I don’t know who once said that “you can have any woman if you’re just willing to wait until 4 a.m.,” but I’m kinda hoping it works in both directions…it sure has worked for me in the past!

And P.S.; so why can’t I do this to you?

Eva!
I write to You about this before I read what the others has posted.

You see, I like You.
As You might have guessed I am not a nice Jewish boy.
I am not Jewish and I’m old.
If You like me, You are so crazy that I will be in love with You the very moment You will hint in that way. Even if You have the same name as my third wife had.
But I do not care about names.
I know that You know more about the culture where I live in just now, and I admire You for that.
I also admire You for Your clever and balanced answers in SD. It is very rare.

I am, like You, a part of an minority. As You may know, I was born in Finland with Swedish-speaking parents. The Finn-Swedes is a minority of about 6 % in Finland.
I think it was You that asked in one post about my history?
Well, I did not feel it proper to begin to tell it there, but just give a hint and I will push it somewhere.
You do not know it, but we have very much in common, but about this sometime later, OK?

But as Pfeiffer once said (or in fact wrote): “Those who likes me are emotional crackpots and I do not want to have anything to do with them”.
OK, it was 20 years ago, so I do not remember the exact words, but does this ring a bell? No? Good!

How about this: If You have someone that is ordinary but interesting, You have read them within two months, from page 1 to the last page and feel that the covers are sort of dull.
No ringing sound? Good.

How about this: You like the crackpot Henry, but will never said it aloud or write it anywhere and will rather burn in hell, than admit…? Noooo!!! Extremely good!!!

And still I like You most in the OD.(No joke). You see how potty I am. I am just the absolute concentration of all kind of disasters, my best friends are the rabbits, I’m still running along the finger of God, and believe in nothing.
So please love me a little bit, will You??

Henry Bjorklid

P.S. Now I begin to read the 4 pages…