Hi people,
A lot hapenned lately. Let's begin in chronologic order. First of all, I went skating on friday with Sue. :D
Ok! It does look kind of blurry but at least you have a glimpse of it. It's my second time on the ice rink. The first time was in elementary school. I remember that it wasn't that bad. Of course I fell but I got right back on my feet and my skating skill improved greatly an hour later. I was less than 10 years old back then. Let's compared to last friday. I was terrible. @_@ I can't count the number of falls I made. I fell on my knees, elbow, my booty, etc. So I looked around and I see children with a sort of metal support which you can see below.
So I told myself: "Why not?". The first thing that happened once I stepped on the ice, i fell. =-= FAIL!!! This piece of metal is super evil! I think it's just for children so don't attemp anything stupid like me. At least I fell on my butt so it wasn't that bad since it's like some kind of cushion. But it was fun overall. The problem was at night. It was painfu everywhere from toe to shoulder. The worst thing is when I want to change side when I sleep. It hurts everywhere and even my butt. But to sum it all, it was fun. I think I should wait at least until my bruises disappear. :3 ...now that I think about it, wouldn't it be a good trick to attract men?
*imaginary scene*
me: *falls on the ground* Oh it hurts! *remains there all hurt*
Charming prince in his white skates: Oh beautiful lady! Are you hurt?
Me: I can't get up. :(
Charming prince in his white skates: Let me help you!
He takes my hand and gently helps me getting up.
me: *pretends like I'm about to faint*
Charming prince in his white skates: Oh! You don't seem well. You must of hurt yourself somewhere! Let me carry you.
He then helps leaving the arena.
me: I'm ok. My friend Sue will come to help me soon. Thank you!
Charming prince in his white skates: It's alright. I'll keep you company until your friend comes.
me: I'm sorry for all the trouble.
Charming prince in his white skates: It's my pleasure. Where does it hurt?
me: My ankle...
Charming prince in his white skates: let me see...
me: *looks left and right and then wacks his head*
few moments later...
Charming prince in his white skates: owww...it hurts..where am I? *notices that he's attached and that he's wearing a tuxido*
me: *all beautiful in her white wedding dress and Sue is right next to me as the bridesmaid* Let's get married @_@
Charming prince in his white skates: :O
XD lol Of course, it's just a joke. :P But seriously, I wish a cute guy, yes notice I wrote cute instead of hot because I'm into cute guys @_@, would come to the rescue when I'm literally on the ground.It's kind of cheezy but it's still romantic. :P Actually, I'm sure Sue will have more chances. She has a charm that makes her so lovely. *_* She even looks graceful and cute when she's hurt. Awwww! XD Hehe
Actually, I'm not really interested into guys anymore. I used to think that it would be difficult to find someone. But everytime someone is interested in me, I'm just to old for him. That sucks big time! The second guy I ever wanted to go out with eversince my break up was extremely hot. Light brown hair, green eyes, compact muscles and he has dimples. Sooo cute. *o* And obviously, I can sense he's interested in me. Great.
me: I'm 26 years old. :D
him: no way. :O
Me: yes way! o.o I'm 26...soon turning 27
him: :(....I'm 18.
me:...oh...:/...*don't look sad*...:)
him: You don't look 26 at all.
me: =-= I know...
Lol =_= So you'd think my misery would end here right but no! Today, there was a guy working for WWF at the subway station. I didn't really pay attention to him until he blocked my way.
Him: Hello! :D
Me:...Hi :)
Him: Are you above 18?
Me: Yes!
Him: My name is Ian. What is your name?
Me: Gloria
Him: Nice to meet you! :) *shakes hand with me* I hope you I'm not bothering such a beautiful young woman.
Me: *Laughs* not at all.
Him: *explains about endangered whales, etc* So if you can make a donation, it would be great.
Me: sure.
Him: It will take actually two hours if you don't mind doing tis while drinking coffee wih me. :D
Me: *laughs* I'm sorry, but i can't make it for two hours. I got class.
Him: Oh! That'S very unfortunate. It will take two minutes then. :) *grabs the form and writes down my basic informations*
me: (he does look kind of cute now that i look at him. o.o light brown hair, green eyes...again like last one :O but he's really pasionate about his job...and he wants to change the world for the better. *o*)
So after he wrote my whole name, he asks me..
him: Where do your parents come from? Your family name seems unusual. Peru? Ecuador? Mexico? :)
Me: You're very close. My dad is from Chile and my mom is from Cambodia.
Him: Wow...now I see that in your traits. Beautiful mix. *_*
Me: thanks. :)
him: I'm from Syria but I lived in Haiti.
Me: Is that so? O.o
Him: :D Time to fill in your birthday information. What is your birthday?
Me: 1986.
Him *steps away and makes a dreadful look as if someone stabbed him* D:
Me:...um something wrong.
Him:...nothing...well it's just...i thought you were in your early 20's.
Me: *oh great..not again -_-* Oh it runs in the family.
Him: hehe i see. * less smilly*
Me: How old are you?
Him: *smiles* Take a guess! :)
Me: 20?
Him: Aw thanks! :) I'm glad to know that I look younger than my true age. I'm 24. (finalizes the form) Well, it's time I set the beautiful woman free. *hands me the copy of the form* So here's where your romance starts.
Me: ...heh? (what does he mean)
Him: .........Thank you for joining us. I'm so glad you are part of us to change the world.
Me: No problem.
I don'T know. Men younger than me are a turn off. I see them more as little brothers...Now i know Sue will scold me. :( She would probably say 'Gloria!!! He's just 2 years younger than you'. I know! ;O But maybe he just wanted to use his charm to get my $. But then, it wasn't necessary for him to do all this sugarcoating. I don'T know. How about this dear God? How about you introduce me to cute men who are older than me? -_- Ok! Time to go sleep now! Take care :)
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