Marriages

Here I am, back from a long weekend at my parents’ place.
The Panther hasn’t yet been operated, so there is this kind of “non-said” hanging around, from time to time. It was a resting weekend, however, plenty of nice chatting, eating the Panther’s fab meals, sleeping, pampering Salomé (our cat, or homecoming queen if you prefer) and so on.

The Manager has called to invite me to a theater piece in Milan, and to ask me to join him visiting his parents in Venice next weekend. Obviously I declined both, and obviously he seems to believe we’re together. Given his usual smartness and intelligence, this is completely weird: how many times did I tell him WE ARE NOT A COUPLE??? Plenty of times, trust me. Still!

Changing subject, Miriam, college girlfriend, called last week. Her boyfriend, who’s in Albany for a mission (he’s a soldier… no comment) apparently is going to give her the ring.
Only, she doesn’t seem so sure about getting married. Honestly, since they got together, she cheated on him so many times I lost count. Okay, I’m a bit old fashioned and he’s always abroad for the Army, but still… I wouldn’t call that love. Oh, and I have a clue he cheats as well. Bah, the girl is a bit complicated if u wanna know my opinion. Or maybe, I’m just worried about watching my friends getting married while I’m heading down on the Spinster Highway.

Just to go on with some drama, I dreamt of Nicolas last night. What can I say about him? Papa told me “To stay out of trouble, when you find your man, make sure he’s for real” and I know he’s not. Mama told me not to mess with sorrow, but I always did, and Lord, I still do, I keep breaking the rules. I still feel the heat and the taste of the kissing, shattered by the rain. Cut it off DDgirl! All I want is to see him craving for me. Sorry people, I might be a dork, but the guy deserves it!

Eventually, in November I’ll go to a seminary in Barcelona, with most of European juniors of my company, plus one of my fave ex-coworkers, a manager half from Argentina half from the USA, tooooooo cool. I can’t wait for it, I’m even planning to have my hair dressed in braids as I usually keep it in summer…

Autumn's sweet, we call it fall

“Summer has come and past, the innocents will never last…”
October has come, when I start to have the horrible phase “What did I do from January ‘till now? Am I stuck?”.
Add to this the weekend just spent in the Swiss Alps with my parent.

The Panther (aka my mother) has scored so many guilty points that I stopped counting them after 2 hours we were together. Nothing new, just usual matters: why do I live broad and oh so far away, why am I single and incapable of living a stable relationship, why don’t I live like a nun but I keep going away on weekends with different guys (!), etc. etc.

However, the Panther is having a hard time due to some issues the doctors have about something in her breast, so I really acted kind and sweet. At least I did my best.
Okay, the better part of the weekend was getting slightly drunk on luxurious Chardonnay with the Sponsor (aka daddy). After all, I still AM daddy’s little princess!
A great thing was also lying naked in the Jacuzzi swimming pool in front of the Matterhorn, catching sun, reading and sipping lemon tea. All this at 2222 meters on the sea!!

Okay, I’ll get to the point. Nicolas.
After his no show-big lie, I was messed up and angry, so I decided to give it a cut. The day after, I called him and simply explained him how I knew he lied. He was nice and all sorry, and excused. At night he wrote me he hoped I wasn’t mad at him, and that he’s not the kind of guy looking for a seriously relationship. I just said “Nor am I”, so we’re still on and should date soon. But we’ll see.

Meanwhile, The Manager keeps emailing me. The Manager is an awfully rich, intelligent, keen man who asked me 18 months ago after one year of friendship. He apparently still wants me, and proposed me to join him next weekend near Naples; for some sun tanning, shopping, swimming,…
And to be honest, if I find a cheap flight, I’ll go.
Oh, c’mon, stop staring at me this way: I AM a sinner, so what???

Last thing: tomorrow I’ll have the interview for that job in Switzerland…