Monday.
I'm not sure what it was, but I consider myself brave
I do not think all the time to Sven, I do not look every five minutes on my phone, waiting to emerge as a text message or phone call could.
Mars has invited a number of friends and we sit together with us for 13 clock in the kitchen, play Yahtzee Bohnanza and other stuff.
There is much nibbled, smoked and against sixteen clock is the first bottle of beer opened.
I'm glad about all the distractions and try to hide that fact, while the other has the third meal taking.
screened Suddenly Anja me critically.
"Say, Torben, you eat anything today?"
"How?"
"Na. What is meant by the question so difficult? "
" I do not know, I've eaten anything yet today? "
" No. "
" Have you co-wrote about? "
" Yes. "Very cheeky.
"Then I should rather ask you, why are you so interested in my eating habits."
"not driving off!"
It is a bit annoying, I have no idea why is not me after eating, it's me too stupid think about it, let alone to talk with her about it.
reluctantly I take a dish from the oven, tilting into Choco Pops, Kramer cold milk from the refrigerator, pour it loud and demonstrative about it, I wash off a spoon, sit down at the table and smacked his lips at Anja.
"Satisfaction?"
She nods at first but then it affects them yet, and she begins to shake his head vigorously as she could thus drive out the idiocy of me.
"Tell me, does it taste?" Hissed at last.
"Of course! You saved me so right before his death from starvation! "
" You hear there! "
" Of course you can hear it, otherwise you would say later, I would not ... right? "
" Child's Head! "
" mother complex Erin! "
" hear now, but on time "to drive us in the other the edge and I start laughing because it's an absolutely absurd image to be the way we sitting there playing and I are arguing smacking children's cereals cram into me.
We're going to play Settlers and I really want to say goodbye already, as settlers is such a dreary and lengthy game in which clearly the merits of the field distribution is who will win. But as luck would have it, It rings at the door before I can announce my resignation from the game night and there are two pretty young ladies in the kitchen, imagine themselves as Anya's friends.
ado comes over me but I desire to continue playing. One of them is
Helen is twenty-three and Sports Anglistik studied to become a teacher. Helen is small, has brown hair, a cheeky little braids, really beautiful, green-brown eyes and an androgynous figure with small breasts. She wears glasses. They did a pretty face, it has something cheeky, perhaps it is the easy rigor in their view, the results with the saucy nose together for something special. Even as they entered the room I noticed about her tight-fitting jeans. She seems a bit conservative but intelligent, an almost upper-class cunning surrounds them. This also has its appeal. I should know them but no closer.
The other friend's name is Martha. Martha is twenty-five, about one seventy-five large, it has striking features, a long nose, her face a certain size, gives your eyes are pale blue and it has a gently bob with side parting, which sits painted her head as to her long neck, the rich in a breast Delta flows. She is wearing a red shirt with an oval collar which frees her shoulders, this slender shoulders, to a sensual contrast with the beautiful breasts, which can stretch the otherwise casual fall shirt. I find it hard not to look permanent. I learn that she studied Romance languages in the master, and that the two Anja know since school. I hear my own voice as she describes her look again and again as the representative consignment sale at the home shopping channel.
We all really one, twittering two beers and the two beauties seem to have supplied in advance with one or another sip of wine. They are talkative and giggle like school girls. It turns me on.
My initial shyness, which are characterized by an awkward silence and has expressed on-the-board rigid-flies, and I look increasingly more courageous to Martha, without blushing, and let my eyes while surreptitiously go about their breasts. You noticed this and pass it does.
"And what you do, Torben", she asks at some point.
"I play the settlers."
A stupid saying that I myself do not know from which corner of my brain it is dropped and what I wanted to give to misunderstand.
"Hey, have we already something together," she says and does not leave it out with my defiance.
"No, seriously, I am studying media studies."
"Ah, ok. Yes, I thought that, like a little bit to you ... "
" Aha ... "
" Yes, you're such a funky guy. "Funky
type. Then I would not come. And certainly not that they see in me a funky types.
"What does that mean ... funky guy?"
"Well a little bit cool, not so excessive, but I get the feeling you're more relaxed and funny."
"Ah, ok."
Is that a compliment ? I am reluctant to do read 'statements such value judgments, maybe I'm insecure or anything? Or is it the beer? What does she want to tell me? Will they tell me something? Do I want that I want to say something?
Now we are already so firmly fast. That would be me ... not Svenja Svenja! As it falls to me again and I'm still relieved that I can keep my head free of it. After all, they reported still not contacted me.
Martha decides now that she must go to the bathroom. She stands and turns and I realize that it has a nice round ass like Helen, who is on a female pelvis below narrow hips, a very feminine fit. I run the water for seconds together in the mouth, but before anyone notices how I fixed it on the ass, turn I am back to the game.
There are going well for me and when I load the third consecutive ore running in, she comes back and attacks while sitting down briefly on my shoulder. I turn and she smiles.
I see her in the eye and a small tilt is heard.
What happens here? Things could just run out of control, should I consider how to Go, but I have no chance, she immediately takes on the interview and asks me if I could it also tell a joke when I playing already so many witty sayings tear.
I'd rather put to the test, take a joke, especially for girls often not well received. A kind of defense mechanism to address all eventualities.
"What is small and red and does not fit through narrow hallways?"
She shrugs his shoulders and stares at me while questioningly.
"A baby with a spear in the head"
you bangs the table and starts to laugh loud and dirty. She snorts formally.
crap. She finds it funny. A plus point for me, a minus point for their masculine pool.
"more," she says.
I have to try it differently.
"A dog and a cow sitting in front of the TV, there comes in a sheep that runs up the wall, the wall goes down again and leaves the room. As the dog says quite angry for the cow would have him some day be able to say Hello.
She laughs again and again touching me on the shoulder.
I give up the game and tell jokes just three more over which it pours itself completely.
"With you it is certainly never boring," she says, looking for my eyes.
"That may be, but I can be very boring."
"Oh ..."
"But, but, just ask the others," I throw in the round and hope to protect aid, but the others have such a level reached cheerful that they praise me in the high notes.
I see them me closely. She is really hot, I would like to kiss and sleep with her, just like that, it seems to be really nice, a man I like it when I really got to know him, sure I would learn. Only the timing is just so damned inconvenient. And after the affair of Saturday night my misses are exhausted. I must remember me.
It can not be that we are all occasions, same time and is then thrown back into a desert of lack of opportunities. This strikes me as a screaming injustice. I see before me, as I shall offend all and end Svenja Just a little "Oh, I'm me but differently. Not at all "in the wind and I wrote the words will afterwards encountered.
"do you take me time like this?" Says Martha. Drill
your blue eyes.
"It's not that I would not like, you know ..."
"... But?"
"But, I've only just met a girl and I should ... I want to pull the thing. Ehm pull, you know what I mean? "
" Yes, "she sighs," was clear ... "
" Nee is not clear. You are really pretty and sweet. We have just caught a bad time. " I think I would now like to see how that develops with Sven.
"Well, for you is not so bad," she says, as a fall in the game throws me, I draw an event card to see me all the screaming and loud
"Torben, you win! The madness. You win but otherwise never! "
" Congratulations, "Martha says, nodding to me sober.
I have long wished for time to time to win this fucking game. Only once, and it never worked. And now. Now it fits so not in my situation. Absolutely nothing in my crane. I look at Martha. I think of Sven and a voice in me takes out this sentence, this is a quote.
I shake inside. "Not this one quote" I think.
But then it roars:
"Lucky at cards, unlucky in love."
Are not we all sometimes superstitious?
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