Thursday, December 31, 2009

Waxing Strips For Ganital Area

Nuovo appuntamento

Hairdresser Florence

It was about 9:30 in the morning. I was awake for almost three hours. I think, "Now I call the store and take a new appointment" . I was hoping with all my heart that he answered the phone. I look forward: "No hell can not call so early, what do think of me?" . I do not care, I pick up the phone and dial the number ... drin ... drin ... drin ...

- Ready hairdresser hello " (not him)

- " Hello hello I would like to make an appointment for a turn with A. if possible "

- " Yes to what? "

- "Not today!"

In four quatr'otto book. I put the phone down and I feel thrilled. The heartbeat is accelerated and veins pulsate me. I wish the clock could run faster, up to the time when I see him. I leave from work and I rush like a girl is insecure, the first store of clothing. Buy a T-shirt green, I need to feel him something new. Guido and adrenaline happy with the music blaring. Parking, I change the jersey, control the trick, do a pass of lip gloss and I'm ready.

Just went into the room, I see it and dazzles me with his usual smile. I am meeting with a firm step of those who know, to play at home and I jokingly asked if this time can help me with my jacket. I let him do and I smile too. He treats me like a queen, as if it were just me in there. It 'friendly, confident and caring. I would cadergli the ground like a cooked pear, but I try to make a minimum sustained. We laugh and joke as always. In speeches that we do turns out to have two children. He did not bat an eyelid. Who knows why, but I still tenerglielo hidden for a while. I have the feeling that if is a bit "Waving". In the sense that it is pulling the crease a little too long. Goes round and round the lock between the brush strokes my head to move the hair. This attitude can not only make us more secure in my (future) actions.

is now coming to the fold, there are only a few coats of hair dryer, when a colleague (viper) approaches with a mischievous smile, saying

- "A. Please could you think the guy that I I can not use the machine and you end up here with me? "

- "I'll be right, tell him to bee a while, I end up here!"

I feel light as air. We look for a fraction of a second straight in the eye and for the first time we are embarrassed. I take my courage in both hands and invented the first excuse that comes to mind:

- "Listen, you have to absolutely make me a favor. Since your employer does nothing but send me text messages with special offers, discounts and promotional benefits , you could not delete my mobile number from your computer, so finally stops bother at all times? "

This is more or less what I jumped out of his mouth. It makes me get up from his chair, not before me moved my hair a few more seconds and vualĂ ! At the checkout stage sits at the computer and laying hands on the keyboard the number of phone calls for me and I think: "But noo, the miseriaccia and now how do I leave the note that says the mobile phone number if I tell him now? ". raving that I remember very few words, then with an apology at the time seemed the most plausible of the world I say:

- "Listen, you better restores my number because I'm not really sure remember it by heart. "

I pull out the yellow post-it folded into 4 parts and hand it to him, smiling

- "You know, I do not remember ever this phone number."

They feel my nails trying to scrambling, but he gentilman be true, pretends not to notice and put the note in his pocket. I'm burning up, at that moment I started to feel all eyes focused on the store. I, too, behave as if nothing had happened. He gets up, helps me put on my jacket and we say goodbye with a sweet smile.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Were To Get A Gun On Poptrapica

Pensiero fisso

Thoughts output

My head was smoking. I was trying to think of a nice way and not at all trivial, to leave my cell phone number to him. I could not tell him "Please, call me when you get down" and even let go in front of all her colleagues, those eyes are as lynx and languages \u200b\u200bsuch as vipers. I did not want to make the first move, I'm the one who wants to be courted. I jumped to mind the primitive man and I thought you had to eat while hunting food is not it?

So I wrote my phone number on a post-it note and stuck on the stock exchange, the opportunities they always when you least expect them. Although I had intended to help the fate and from there a few days I happened to shop for a new twist. In the lead just a fixed idea about how to not reveal obvious, flat, conventional. Consider: "Someone like him, who knows how many girls have already had?". and younger than me, I add now. I'm still overweight the last pregnancy, breast met better days and my tone is just a sweet memory.

Someone like him, he looked like a wild, sweeping to a still wet from splashing on the rocks warm sea in August. In a passionately kissing with the tongue and you take his face in his hands, that's just one of a pair of jeans and a shirt for be sexy. Clean face, bright smile, sculpted body dry and ... Sorry I digress.

However, the idea came to me, and also very pretty ... but that's another story.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

How Long Ear Infection Can Last

Il fuoco dentro

Dark Side of the blog

reborn again I feel the fire inside me. The past weekend after the first meeting (with him) seemed long, too long. I was in a cage, I was with my family, my children and with my husband, I should be happy, but my head was elsewhere and my body wanted to follow her. Inside, I felt burned. My thoughts were addressed to him: "Who knows what he's doing? I wonder if she thinking? Who knows if they are impressed or if I was just a customer like many others?" .

I began to work to try to dispel those fears. I've suffered and I felt stupid. A stupid girl. I tried to analyze my concerns and I came to this conclusion: my sick, it just means that the trip departure has begun. Unconsciously, and noting only the first time, I knew I had made that step off me by security, the stability of my family. Security and stability are still in existence and sail the high seas. Do not touch, but I want to know how to swim and see where it takes me the current. Could you give me back immediately to shore. Could you give me a ride where the sea is blue, then to me shipwrecked on a desert island. I know it's a dangerous game, you always have to be afraid of the sea, the current would drag me down to the depths of the ocean and do not let me go back to the surface. But it is a risk that I want to run.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Does Lasagna Have To Be Covered

Il destino

Traces of Elf

One afternoon earlier this month I book an appointment at the hairdresser for a styling. I present to you the next day, work clothes, with a distraught face and not at all feminine. I will meet a tall, handsome, dark and with a smile disarming.

- I take your coat?

- No thanks, I can do it alone!

And with a grin, "the mischievous mall. The extension of the hook hand and we put it on my jacket. So they have to be women, safe and emancipated. I do not know what came over me. Perhaps the devil has taken possession of me for a moment. Maybe not the devil himself, but his helper in the mood to have fun and do damage, yes. We laugh and joke like we were old friends, high school classmates seem to found a strange case, by a strange coincidence. I feel the stares of her colleagues on ... I think "girls" and return the goose to make joyful. I wanted to stop the time, I could still enjoy a little moment. But time is my worst enemy and I've always at his heels. That evening I heard the bit to penetrate the flesh is weak. I greet and thank the head but I just thought: "Why does fate wanted me to meet him? Because in these days of inner turmoil, he wanted to appear as if by magic, one person (him) who was able to awaken in an instant meaning those who lay helpless for some time now? ".

Anti-semitic Scale One To Ten

Crisi del settimo anno

360 ° Blog

My name is D. and I am 30 years old. I have two children, a dog and have been married for 7 years. I have a beautiful home and a shitty job. I feel in a crisis of the seventh year, with my husband I mean. I love him but right now not enough for me anymore. I still want to feel the butterflies in the stomach, the frenzy of the first meeting that drags you into a vortex of passion and adrenaline rush you.

passion ... what is your passion? E 'fire that burns within us that makes us impulsive gestures, which feeds on sex, love, complicity and always wants food. It 's like a child, always hungry and like all children, if they have food, it goes off and dies.

I want to be courted, desired. I want him to feel the human hands and not know what will those hands. Not I will now know that a breast, now moves to the side, then ... I want to change. I want to feel the warm wind Eastern agrapparsi to my skin and brought with him, in an exotic location.

contaddizione I feel, I'm confused. Now I want the egg and the hen tomorrow. But because we are always at a crossroads? Why we must necessarily choose? I want to go through all the streets and do not exclude any possibilities. I want to change as they please but in doing so, I do not want to hurt anyone. Magic or illusion?

I feel as if a thunderbolt had ripped me in two, but both sides were still alive. Pulsating life of its own. One party thinks black the other is thinking white. They have their own head, individual reason and refuse to compromise. They want to be right and both want to decide as they see fit. I can not stand in the middle, I feel pulled to one side and then tugged on the other. I both want and do not yield. I fall a little here and a little there. I let myself be carried away. I let myself be carried away by events without a decision. Since I did not head to decide, simply follow the current. What will be will be ...