Are you this man - unknown, uninvited, unexpected? Were you the perfect stranger in the suit, standing there, in the gallery - maybe smiling?

What could your eyes see? What was in your mind? Were you enjoying the view? What were you thinking about? Were you recalling something? Were you waiting for somebody?

I met a perfect stranger for the first time on Monday, January 16th, 2012, about midnight. They say sometimes, you're not aware of what you're needing until somebody else shows it to you; sometimes, you don't know you were missing something, until you happen to find it in a perfect stranger.

I dedicate this blog to my perfect stranger. Diego, Max, Jurgen - whatever your name is and whoever you might be, all I can say to you now is: «Enchantée. Thank you for meeting me, too. My pleasure.»

vendredi, mai 25, 2012

ONCE AGAIN

I heard his voice once again. We talked a lot. Some games were played. The usual things.

The Barrio Chino was mentioned more than ever this time. He fell asleep while I was reading him a tale about Vanity and Max. Third time he's fallen asleep on the phone. Third time I've held the line and heard him breathe.

Like I said, the usual things.

Vanity is not here anymore, and I wonder if he realises what that means. Well, he's smart, I guess he does.

I had forgotten the sound of his voice. But I got used again to his tones and inflections soon. However, certain changes in his pitch are still surprising. And enjoyable.

I felt close to him again. He didn't turn me on from the beginning, as it used to happen over three months ago. But he still has the power to turn me on. And he did make me come!

Oh, how I love to hear him begging!

I guess he liked Mia Rotschild...

"Do you like me?", I still love asking him the question.

So many things I've loved doing with him...

Yes, you were right. I hated you all this time. (And I still hate you.)


(But if I could -and of course, I can't- I WOULD love you. Definitely.)

... It was a dream come true. I'm so happy. The circle is complete now. Finally! Of course I couldn't believe it!

What a final kiss... What a final hug... The best ones I've got from him in this seven nights together.

Seven noches locas, sí... Y este año corrías la carrera que yo corrí el año pasado. Qué cosa loca.

(No questions. No regrets, no goodbyes, just good memories.)


(But I did say goodbye at the end, didn't I?)

(And he confessed having listened to my recording many times - wanky!)

Perfect stranger. Perfect circle.

I'm done!

PS: I've learnt my lesson so well!


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