I spent last week at sea. Sailing is not all that bright in winter. At times I asked myself: why the hell am I doing that? Because there's something challenging and enchanting about simple presence of water and air, something that reminds us of infinity. And infinity is daring.
I boarded a yacht with an expression 'a girl in every port' on my face (and on my hoodie). Very soon those words were gone, they didn't matter. I didn't have a single sex talk in a week! Suddenly chasing girls seemed rather insignificant or rather really not worth that much of a thought in every single second. What mattered was a basic comfort - to be warm (or relatively warm), to have a full belly and a sound sleep. Once that was achieved my brain was popping up open and suddenly I could see that there is so much more to life. I kind of always know it but then I really knew it. Life is about dreams and dares and experiences. Girls can't give all of that in a full spectrum.
After return to my land rat life the first thing I heard from my friends was that they had a rather poor faith in me continuing to be on my best behaviour and were already betting when I was going to slut myself up or create yet another kabum!. Hey - even I know how to keep my head down. Sometimes one has to..
Now the exciting stuff. I'm going away for my friend's birthday this weekend. There are attractions aplenty planned, there's a road trip involved and many games and activities coming up. It's going to be legendary. However friends that are staying behind are foreseeing some kind of a drama. Why? That clearly must be jealousy speaking. Just think about it:
Nine lesbians go for a weekend to a secluded cottage in a remote valley.. What could possibly go wrong? :)
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