The surprises of my life

The surprises of my life

I was 7 or 8 years old when I met him. I was in Craiova and he had curly blond hair, was a particularly me, fascinated me from the start. I wanted to spend as much time with him, to know him better. His favorite activity was to give the swing, so I gave my ... thing take hours. Once he made a surprise when he wanted to give me the same swing. What a joy to me! He was expert so quickly both legs close to heaven, that was standing on the swing, not sitting. I was a bit scared because of the speed and angle of swing that easily exceed 120 degrees, but I take good care of me and I look at him with adoration discreet. But the spell did not last too long, the next day I saw him doing the same thing with a girl and the two seemed very close. It was the first time I felt jealous. Finally, I could not stay in Craiova more than a few days, so I looked in my city a swing that resembles as much at Craiova. No chance, none live up to the standards that I used to. Some were rusted and made terrible noises, others were made so that the swing angle can not exceed 120 degrees, none was sufficiently fast ... Terrible, I gave up quickly and regret the work that I started when I was watching the boy. He came first class. Did not know anyone, I had no love at first sight, as I happened to that (did not know that it is called the feeling I had, I did not know what it's called jealousy I experienced then). But a boy who happened to be a classmate wanted to befriend me and how I was not in a position to make "selections" (that I really I had no idea about social interactions) I accepted. It was the kind of friendship that I had once alive and lasted until the 7th or 8th was when he was the scandal caused my disclosure. It was the boy who came to some (if not all) my birthday since I did eight years until I turned 12 or 13. Them return the favor when it was his birthday, I think (can not remember). There were no special occasions when she goes out to play our flipăr and he was trying to convince me to throw my lunch money that my mother gave him that little game. I am convinced we leave, but to a point. When you see that I did not want to move as he wanted, took off his "weapon" (hand) and grabbed my arms so the idea that I would "convince" easier, it also said "not going anywhere". Hell, that's why I made rude, I yanked until I released and I turned away. I even made sure the teacher to find out about this. This was the first accusation that I did, actually. I noted the date: December 12, 1995, when I was in grade 3 and my favorite grandmother had died one month. Her death was not really a surprise, was sick and I knew this would happen, but it still took me by surprise when I learned of her death from my father. The first time he said it gives ad in the newspaper that she died. Then I thought I just prepare for her death and he expected her to die that day (which I remember when!), Because she was his mother and I saw them arguing quite often ... But it was few hours to realize that there was no preparation, it was real. That was by far the most unpleasant and sad surprise I ever had. I remember the place where I realized her death. Whenever you go in there (very often, because it's close to my block), I try not to think about what I went through and often fail to look. Then one day I saw exactly where a cross and a name with a candle and a small bouquet of flowers. I returned the memory ... then again I was struggling with it, you can live peacefully everyday life, and again failed. I do not have fond memories about my father. Very rarely nice to me. The only surprise that I did was a miniature airplane, bought in a package and opened. I do not understand why it was opened and what was the point of an airplane motor ... It's been many years to understand that he just wanted to do something together. I was not interested at all in that plane, but I saw that night as it combines details millimeter by millimeter. After I finished, I put on the TV. I already asleep, so I saw the whole plane than the second day. Okay, and the rest he did? Absence, in the best case. When he was in the house, often glaring at me. When he was moody worse (and I gave him the slightest opportunity by stupidity) beat me. Obviously, the mother arrived to argue with him about it. Many times I wanted him to leave the house forever, not just to come here occasionally. My wish came true when I was 12 and decided I better parents divorced. Were already separated and have a place of his own, so I was not hard at all, and even I was relieved. I specifically told the judge that I want to stay with my mother. They did. A classmate (one finger in the previous post) was also my neighbor neighborhood. The two boys aforementioned ball came to me to play in the yard of my neighborhood. When I'm not invited to play, I sat TV (movies were more appealing than subjects in any case), reading books or forced by circumstances, doing my homework. I never was interested in cars, although there were a few dozen gift from relatives ... only one interested me a red Ferrari remote gift from my father, was by far the largest in the collection. I liked showing off her square in the city center and to see how other children admired the hottest toy of the parking lot. That was when I ... do not know ... between 8 and 10 years. There was a black boy with blue eyes with toy gun that was funny noises at me. He proposed a temporary replacement: I let him play a little car, and I was playing with his gun. I accepted and, while pointing gun at birds and shoot (allegedly kill them), I quietly watching him, admiring his beauty. I heard a divine music just watching him. Even when we got the toys back we stopped to look at him ... I was thinking that I want to stay as much time with him. It certainly was not the last time I had such a thought. I was once on the day that neighborhood neighbor who was a classmate. I was convinced it was just a waste of time at first, but I was aware that I had to see how the kids interact with each other and - possibly, if I could copy them conventional. It seemed silly much of what they were doing, but when I saw that he had his computer and games, I wished myself something. Even those shots were fascinated by the light character who walks through a maze. It was the first time I saw that you can play on a computer, hitherto seen only computer technical things. I asked him to let me try it, but do not know if you really let me or not (it's weird that I have memories in both versions), anyway I put the lust in whom. I never wanted any computer, any games like this. At least, it was a total waste of time: I learned that I do not. I hope that by now it was clear that I was not interested any of the two. I was in 7th grade when I realized that I like another classmate, a delicate blonde with blue eyes ... I was fascinated that he was so skinny and beautiful, it looked like a girl rather than a boy . He was smart and fire. An irresistible combination. Then (or later, in the eighth, I do not know) started to beat me thought: "Why not nowhere boy or girl boy girl boy girl only? 'I took only a small Meditation time on this and we concluded that, as long as it is love, it does not have to be always the same, there must always be a boy with girl and thinking seriously that the world really does not know that it can and otherwise. That happens when you do not consult with anyone, in fact, I have ideas different from others. Consultations are sterile, do not bring anything new. I am convinced that with the passage of time. There was one exception, however, when I had to deal with people smarter than me. With them he made the great pleasure to consult. So ... problem with my father checked. Changing the attitude of colleagues after learning as I checked. Hence I have lost faith in the male species. Once lost this confidence, passed a very long time to trust someone again. That someone was my first love, which I first saw when I was 19. By mirc we met, obviously. We met often, every few months, so I asked if they are still dating. He said no. Something told me not to believe it, but I did not have proof, I had to accept his answer. In another interview, I asked him if he believes in love. He said yes. From here until the declaration of love was very little. He came to tell me he loves me every time we meet and I liked it, so I answer the same. Two years after our first meeting, we learned that was seeing a boy. I gave that boy mirc, discuss one another, our beloved subject came up, but it was not long before we realize that we are talking of the same person (name, occupation and physical description matched). Before you know it, my boyfriend said he wanted to marry, have children and continue to meet with me. I'm not thrilled that perspective, but I thought that as long as you be honest with me, I will be with him. Okay, let's say I have forgiven "beyond" it, but I expected that he even bother to tell me that one gets engaged. Hm, did not happen. After a year in which I expected to hear from him, I texted that I miss him. His answer? "Honey, I'm married!" Then I froze, then I went ballistic and asked him if redhead. I had a dream a few months ago where I saw it coming out of a church with a bride redhead and the two seemed happy, and I waved them goodbye as though I did not see anyone. I did not answer the question of sms. But the surprises were not over here: a messenger came to ask me a place and a time when we can meet. I thought a few days at the most plausible reason to break up with him. I said I do not want to meet because their wives are always being deceived. He said no, that she will not be caught again. Already I felt sorry for him, I was very clear that he knows the power of feminine intuition as a friend of the girls I know that we have had over time. They make connections as no man would be able to do. However, if he wanted to be honest with me, me and what I owe? But the messenger spoke exactly as if I owe them something, have a commanding tone. Nah ... I ended all contact with him. The irony was that, while waiting for another meeting with bi hubby, I met a gay boy, almost effeminate, that I thought I could reach something closer relationship than had bi guy. We were together from the sea, but things did not go as I expected, even we fought so bad, that I decided that I would break up with him as soon as we return to our city. Peak before going to sea, I did meet my mother and sister. In fact, the only boy who was connected "feeling" to me that they knew him. It turned out later that he was lying to breaking ground and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital. When I asked what was the reason for admission, he said that his parents (adoptive) they put him there because he said he was gay ... I think that was just part of the reason that there was one that did not I wanted to tell it. Given the nature of mitomaniacă, it would surprise me that he was hospitalized and he was lying nonstop parents thought so for two reasons. Always boasted that's a model, but I have not seen any professional portfolio or a picture with him. All pictures made by amateur he seemed himself. A phase loud though we broke up, he came home to me arranged and fragrant. Obviously, he wanted to get back together and give me the big news: he became rich. I asked, "Well, how so?". I said: "Well, I went to court with my parents and they gave me a good part of their money." I looked at him puzzled and asked him: "Do you mean that you tried them? And that gave you money because they were forced? "And I nodded. It was really proud of it, he said other things to justify what happened ("put me in the hospital that I was gay" and others, but I'll bet you anything that has not spent more than three days in that hospital), but for me it did not matter. His scent became an instant symptom of moral infection complacent and I stopped breathing, not to feel it. I said, fornăind nose of contempt and the glacial tone I was able: "You might not know it, but they helped you when you were an orphan, you could stay in filth, rot and not even kiss a touch of the good life. In my eyes you have fallen from grace and do not want to see you again. Do you know where the exit. "He tried to fog up, even to kiss me, but I was away and I have not looked:" Go and never come back again. I'm done with you once and for all "and shown the door with finger and look. He left because he had seen that not take anything with me. I mess out of the list and put him on ignore soon as they are out of the apartment as I can remember. I refused a jerk who had million RON in mind and I feel damn good that I did the best thing in my life. Aside from those two, I had a good friend first (and maybe last) gay friend that I understood the way. There was no sense of beloved friend, but friend. I could talk about anything with him. He told me that the world is watching him on the street and then I do not wonder that at all, it was very sexy. I say - for example - that a man while driving, looked at him and was close here to make an accident. It helped me when I was heavier with any of the two above, I ensured that I got the best decisions that could be taken ... did things that no one else has done that friend. He was the most pleasant surprise of my life. Sorry just do not last long, a few months after I met him he had to move to Bucharest. He said he was standing a few roommates and they found a few discs gay porn his. He told me that he left the scene and was taken out by force. However the timing was pretty bad, because the night before to that thorny question I was at it and saw a pornache of his paw ... I did together and I made an oral because I wanted this for weeks and was the only time he broke ... So after he told me what happened and told me that it is in Bucharest, I thought - in my stupidity - it actually ran me ... I did not one gave a slap for it, but deserve. Luckily, I woke up without slap, but a little too late. Another phase of the mendacity. A few months after I finally broke (and been a while since we talked last time sexy friend) came to my block staircase and called me down. There was his new girlfriend, a plump who happened to be a classmate of his. I was not affect anything, but he seemed to live under the impression that I (still) have feelings for him and hope for a small sign to denote jealousy. They would! On the contrary, I congratulated him that he found someone, I asked the girl if she's okay with it, he said yes without even one hundred percent convinced or convincing ... I realized that the relationship Their is a few days old. Lack of inspiration, he comes with his usual praise that works as a model. I cut it short: "You know, until I see even a picture of you on a poster or an advertisement in the city, I do not." Oh, what's pouting, poor. Irritation, preferred to leave as quickly from me. He's dead, really.