emancipated, or a garbled post 
When talking to a gay, is easy to see how this poses against the same gay world. Usually is always presented as a maverick, who does not judge if you do not know, that does not conceive of discrimination because it respects everybody. What makes the collection. Reads a lot. Go to the movies. He has many friends. Who wants to be home alone for not weighing on the shoulders of the family. What's so good, that does not feel alone, because he has many friends and does not want stories. What must first understand himself and where he's going. Now, think for a moment. Tell me you do not know someone who describes himself this way. You might even be even yourself.
But I can not take it. Not at all. While many gay men talk about these things, but I got them all. I moved, I found a job, I have my independence and blablabla. First important detail. Be wary of people who began with me here, I'm fine as I am, I up, I down. Louise St. Louise has taught us that if we are here is because we are looking for love. Or sex. Or anything that might vaguely resemble. And maybe it's time to stop saying that Bale does not believe any more. Now, forgive the premise, but should be done. And even then you'll understand why. After only four well-received by the Absence of the same age I Castles I had already put a lid on it.
When one evening in early October, he, marveling at what has emerged from obscurity in my msn. A place to transfer all contacts when I believe and I suppose it is out of their stay in my life. I thought wrong. I did not come to terms with his being open to positive thinking and always give new possibilities. Eccheculo. But he always begins with the usual "Hello, how are you?". And I started to respond, first with a lot of vagueness, then is allowed to participate more and more of my daily life, looking good, however, offer him the way out. In order to prevent the fifth one. Given that, here, I was under the impression that they were very similar to the drama. Always around the corner.
Throughout the month we felt. I tried, I said to him, always stressing to be super busy with her friends, friends, it never for a moment to breathe. He claimed each time that I have a hectic routine, according to him, I could not understand. I did cook in its stock for the entire month. And as before Annabelle Bronstein, are still an asshole Emeritus, I played on equal terms. The only difference is that I, things to do, I really did. Commitments, out with friends and meet guys from a night stand was all stuff that I continued to have because, in reality, I knew in my heart that there was no sincerity on his part.
And I knew Guy very well, Ga, the Burin, Tata, Chou Chou and Mr. Wilson, who were almost unanimous in telling me to let me no pleasure too. Because they had doubt that it could be all a fluke. Came the basis for the concert by Lady GaGa, however, I must admit that I, well, I could not call myself was not involved. In short, I liked the same age Absent Castles. And I could not pretend otherwise. So, although I did not want to, I was there that somehow there was already up to their ears. Especially with Guy trying to get back with your feet on the ground. But this time things were different. He called me, my message, kept me informed of everything that's happening.
Guy And, somehow, he believed it was sincere. Until, one day, asking me the same age Absent programs because of the weekend, perhaps the time had come to see. Rejoicing throughout the kingdom. For the first time I managed to make it so interesting that someone finally asked me to see us. And I do not. Him So, a bit 'in order not to see that I was just waiting for a sign from him, I decided to come up with a commitment for Friday evening, and the absolute freedom on Saturday. On Sunday while working on the Monday I was back off. Just when I thought of bringing this under control, the first knife reaches the column height of L1-L2. I know unnecessary details.
Friday was not there Saturday either, let alone Monday. He was free only on Sundays. Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh well, there is one. We are committed people and mature. I propose that I will wait another day. I think. Another week passes, during which we feel, not too much in an increasingly oppressive, and refer to the following Saturday. On Friday evening, however, tells me that just can not, because it has to do with his mother, and that it would be better to postpone until Monday. I try to emphasize and tell him that if he wants me to join him after dinner Castelli. But he prefers not, it's raining. What? I tell you that I come from Rome to North Castle and you refuse because it rains? I follow the advice once again Guy, cold and distant. And avoid controversy.
remain for the following Tuesday, to be confirmed, even though I know I have to work, but I refrain from telling him. I want to see him. I want to kiss him. I want to shake him. On Tuesday comes, and he remembers that the day I left for the island for four days and that should definitely finish Tuesday fix pack and everything you need to bring. What then, what the fuck you going to do in Sardinia in November? Boh. Though I almost want to open the oven, turn it up to his head and stuck inside, I resign and decide to wait without pressure. I decide to be present, but only the minimum level and wait for his next step. Paradoxically, it amazes me.
During his stay in Sardinia, every day you hear via message. He tells me his days, the beauty of the place and the bad weather. A little 'smile. Well those of you who would have wished at least some 'of rain? On his return, at last the time has come. Wednesday, December 1 finally feels the need to seal our knowledge with a meeting. I do not ponder on the time and say yes. He proposes to see China and with the last episode of Glee. I'm there. Even though I was sure I had to do something else first. Not bad, I think. We'll go to dinner together and then we'll see Glee. A pazzescherrimo, decent first date.
We continue to feel the next few days, adding detail to the evening. Also decide the outfit. In short, everything is perfect and precise. But the drama is always just around the corner. Always. And remember only the day before, like living a nightmare, actually the first I have the fucking working dinner with all my bosses, the which can not fail because you are talking seriously for my promotion. Shit. And now? Straminchia What do I do? I resolve to be honest and say that I had forgotten this detail. And I can not refuse. He appeared disappointed, but understanding. But notes that it is the fifth round of jumping. I do note that it is the first that jumps to my account. And I do not scassase cock. No?
He, however, decide that we will see the same, the next day. Thursday. That to me, I think, can still be good. On Dec. 1 arrives, and I'm going to fucking dinner. When I turn the computer back home and find it online. He tells me he spent the evening at home knitting. It seems to me strange. I think it's just a saying. Instead, he insists, and says it was all night to work the grill and has almost finished a sweater. In short, I can not believe it. I think it's all very ironic, but nevertheless we do not find anything to laugh about. He turns on the cam and I find him there, with the irons and the ball really struggling with a shirt. I am speechless. Can a boy of twenty-seven spend a night at the knitting?
I decide to fly on this detail, and I imagine a sweater with a reindeer embroidered by him in person as a Christmas present. I do not think it is appropriate to dwell too much on this detail. Postponing the meeting and greeting the tired the next day. "Oh yeah maybe tomorrow night jumps around, I can not get stuck." What? But what does it say? "Guilty of what?" I ask little interest in pretending. He tells me that the afternoon should be seen with the boy her friend to arrange a surprise party, and then go to dinner by his sister to organize the birthday of the grandson of five years. "What are you a Birthday-Planner now??" I think to myself.
But I will not tell. In short, I will immediately want to kick him in the ass. I ask him how come I had spoken the day before, because, well, surely was aware. And I ask if there is something wrong, because all manner of appointment refers. He feels compelled to tell me that well, it's not my fault if we met because I had a working dinner. And he had left all day for me, and it was home to knitting. Inflamed the nerves with the desire to strangle him with his own fucking wool. I tell him that I was drab many more times, and that seemed to reproach me right now a thing since it was working.
He then felt the need to emphasize that it wants to justify himself to me. What he does not need, nor the situation so requires. I can also feel good. But I do notice that I do not want excuses, only that here, he could also tell me that now his favorite occupation was to organize birthdays. From there it is an argument that he softens with comments like "I can not help it," we will do it again "and" I would not say more. " I pass the Sbrocco and say immediately that it is enough for me, and I'm not going to waste any more time with him. And Coet Absent immediately makes the move that should have been avoided. Agreed to without batting an eye.
I, seized by murderous instinct, I decided to make it known that it was all a fake, that I had taken for a ride and did not want to know anything. He agrees with me, saying that he thinks we are temperamentally incompatible (I do not understand how he can say, given that practically do not know me) and I turn to offline. Well. Fuck. Fuck. I feel strong and I need to say in a loud voice my dignity. And I do, I promise to sfancularlo. And maybe it's already happened. While I am convinced I did the best I could, especially for myself, the day after he reappears and continues the game. "Hello, how are you?"
I go on? No. I do not think you need. But I just want to understand the meaning of everything. And 'why now, I invite you to read the premise, to agree with me that it is difficult to be honest with people who behave like that. And that I, Nevertheless, I have always been. But the point is another, which is essentially the same age Absent dei Castelli is one person. So lonely. But the fact of solarmi, makes him feel less alone. Losing sight of that fact alone makes the rules, and play it well alone. That is the dog chasing its tail. So, I left there, to play alone. And yes, I did assolutissimamente well. I know.
Ah, having said that, I do not know if you noticed, but it is almost Christmas, and also Annabi elle was dressed up. Enjoy;)
