When September arrives you create a mental mechanism whereby we must lose weight, go to the gym and getting into shape. Shit, but that's the point? I accept that such a speech is made to me in January. Ok. New year, new life. I can well believe. But why in September? It makes little sense. If in September my ancestors migrated to the mountains for the transhumance, why should I go to the gym? There is a mental connection? And then in September because everything should begin anew. Again? Indeed. To be honest they are fattened up a bit '. I know. But they are just a couple of pounds. Three, to be exact. At least, I think. I hope.
If we consider that I was on vacation for a month, well three pounds is nothing. Especially if we consider that for a month and only just cooked my mother did not know anything. E you, although you do not know Giuliana . But a few days ago, just got back from vacation in Rome I saw my trombamico number one. That Dickhead. It is no coincidence that you called so. Not to be a dickhead. E 'which is just a huge big penis attached to a man. And vice versa, it is clear. After resent merry great, and having done all, it gives me a pat on the ass and tells me, word for word: "Your ass makes me crazy. Watch it as it is about. It 's crazy. "
Pause. A poet, I think. However, at least, for the satisfaction I might have to dance and dance the entire discography of the Spice and put it on YouTube . But Dickhead not merely a compliment. Not at all. He continued to speak. "Of course if I went to the gym, you'd be a bono by fear." He gets up and goes to the bathroom. Pause. Definitely dramatic. I light a cigarette, even in his house there is an absolute ban. Back a little later, looking at me seriously, and asks: "What are you doing?". "Sorry, I had to smoke," she justifies. Actually I had climbed a nervous that if I did not smoke kicks him. So Bust his ass. E sti cocks fucking her little rules.
Aspiro the last shot and put out the cigarette. I apologize, and I insist: "Excuse me, so I'm a toilet with pedals and a crazy ass?". He looks at me, and finally realized that the chapel a few minutes before. Now try to put a piece. "No, not you're a john. Not at all. Little do you know that make me crazy, and how do you not do with anybody. " Piccolo? Do I look small? I am 27 years old. And at most you're that big. Okay is like a meter and nineties, and has 38 years. And let this be known hate those who tell you little. Little shit. And then you fuck me? Until proven otherwise, that thing huge, hard and crazy (it pains me to admit, indeed, perhaps it pains me even more if I think about it) I do I disappear.
So at most I have you do. Since the effort to do everything myself, but these are just details. I jumped up, I pick up my clothes and I'm about to leave. "And to do that now? Do not tell me you've taken the? "I asked in amazement. Of course I'm going, I would scream in my ears. Instead, I hasten to say "No, I did not have power, but you were not funny or cute or. Well that is all we meet, I know. And you know that these things make me nervous. If I told you that you're cute, but not for 38 years you're on top of your form? What do I say? ". And I was kind . I had to speak of his enormous love handles. Believe me, Dick. Bingo. Hit and sunk.
finished dressing I approached to greet him, "Hello. Good evening "and I gave him a kiss. He stares at me seriously, hugging me and whispers in my ear "I'm sorry, I did not want to offend you." Ok. I nod, my ex and I to go out. "Tell me that does not end like this?" He says finally. One moment. But stop. What should it end? E 'started something? We have never seen, say, to walk in a park? Chat? Going to the cinema? It 'started something? And if so, what of grace? We only ever see or fuck me or him. And this is a relationship? A report? I do not think. I'm about to blurt out in a mega Sbrocco. But then I block. Demeanor.
sketch a smile, and I say sure, "I do not know, but let us feel." And goodbye. On the metro I think back to what I said, and conclude that perhaps I have a little 'too much, but I did so. I mean I'm full of insecurities already mine, you make me come even as the trumpet? Normally I always prefer a lie a truth. Although uncomfortable. But I do not think its going to be a fucking toilet pedal. Not at all. I have my flaws like everyone else. But I do not think that it is not just as they are. I start to read to distract attention from this Scazzi daily, and when I get home I weigh myself. Just out of curiosity. Ok, I have no motivation to do it, but I do. Okay?
Surprisingly I find that I weigh two pounds heavier than I was. I thought I was three, at least. What the fuck, just Mel B loses 'm fucking with her husband? Ok. I figure it's time to stop abusing and dependent on food and to engage in healthy eating, proper and more zozzerie. Just alcohol, chocolate and all that crap around me. It will be difficult. I know. What is clear, not Dickhead. Absolutely not. I decided that rather not see him anymore. For myself, because I know what I am worth, and I know I'll be able to have a fairly decent outside. Indeed. Devo. Yes, here. Even if, however, I'd like that one day someone came and wanted me so, as they are. Utopia?
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