What black men want...?!

On the way home, in a darn hot train, I was wondering about tonight. It was a strange night, pheromones flying all over the place, bodies (including mine) moving to the rhythm of South American music. I flirted a lot, saw an old friend of mine and so on and so on. I think I'm changing, something is happening, although I'm not quite sure what exactly. I don't mind flirting with and stealing someone's boyfriend anymore (who is that alien bearing my name?). I suddenly think black men are hot, I'm using my feminine qualities without shame or boundaries. What's up?

My kind of flirting is not really subtle... I just go straight for it, all twinkly eyes....big smile, white teeth. So my friend M. and I were dancing and enjoying ourselves big time. M. really can dance, I always get a big smile on my face just watching her move. So there we were, tropical heat, beach in the city, alcohol flowing powerful through our (actually mine) veins. When I noticed a big beautiful hunk of a man, who gave me a wink every-time I passed him. So finally I walked up to him, to ask him what was wrong with his eye, because it seemed to want to wink at me every-time it caught sight of me. Oef and then that big dark man began to talk, very cheeky, but I felt my knees buckle and I would have kissed him right there and then. The man was hot. But I promised my friend M. to take a strole and I was really sweating all over the place, so I promised him a dance and went outside. M. and I cooled of under a watermist thingy and just walked around a bit. But I really wanted to go back to hot guy, so we said goodbye and I went in again....and then it went totally wrong.

We danced but the boy didn't have any kind of humor what so ever. I can dance and shake my .... like any Atilian girl...but, eh, that's me myself and I. Trow in another (quite distracting) factor (also known as a man) and this girl is out. I just didn't seem to get the most simple steps and I just started laughing very loud. The irony of the whole situation wasn't missed my me, but the big dark man thought I was laughing at him and with every laugh his ego was further and more seriously crushed (I think). I tried to explain that I was making fun of myself, how stupid is it that a dark Atilian girl doesn't seem to get the Salsa or even Meringue, what kind of lousy black woman am I?! After only two dances he gave up.

Between those two dances he managed to tell me that I had to concentrate on him and not my friend whom I hadn't seen in about 5 years and who I unexpectly bumped into while going for the exit. Eh...sorry...controlefreak? Who's the boss? The conversation was slow, he seemed only interested in telling me things, I suspect him of telling to all the cute girls. He thought I was 22 and he is 35, he wanted to buy me a drink but when it took a looooong time he didn't want me to take a sip of his water...eh...what?! And all the while I watched his lips move and heard a tune in the back of my head slowly pumping up the volume. Think it was something like: "Shut up and sleep with me, come on why don't you sleep with me, Shut up...."
This of course didn't happen, because he got so annoyed with me when we danced a second time, that even a kiss was out of the question.

This is not the first time I seem to have this 'communication' problem with black guys, it makes me wonder....
What do black men want and more importantly...do I want to give it to them?!

Daydreaming Hazards

Someone up there,
is reading my blog and is not all to happy
about me making jokes at fate.

Because I met my biiiiig truck yesterday.
It was blue, scary and way too close.
I thought for a moment my heart would explode.
He stopped in time, I made evading moves in time...but pfffffff.
Not my idea of starting the morning...
So Hello up there, I heard you loud and clear,
learned my lesson, now let me ride my bike.

So much for fantasy

Mmmm so much for my subway fantasy,
I arrived with the subway and he on his bike?!
No cozy return to work after the meeting...
No touchy feely in the back.
Just him riding his bike far far away from me and Remy (me) sitting in a hot and sweaty subwayseat at the other side of town,
all by my lonesome ...sigh...
So much for that fantasy...eh...bike, bike, bike... have to think about that one.
For inspiration only, I will go to work by bike tomorrow...
If you see a dreamy eyed girl just before she is hit by a biiiig truck...
That will be/ was me.

North Sea Jazz Festival

Totally unexpected I went to the North Sea Jazz Festival yesterday with friends from Switzerland. It was my first time ever and I enjoyed every second of it. The ambiance was so different from festivals I've been to. The fun, the people, the sun, the music...wow. I stumbled over my nephew when I was swinging before the stage of Izaline Calister... And the girl could sing and play with the audience as well. We went out with a bang with Omar Sosa were the audience went wild and the musicians were playing and fooling around, teasing each other big time... Yesterday was soulfood which will last me a long long long time. So thanx my dear friends for giving me a ticket to Jazz heaven.

Dreaming the night away

Just woke up from a lovely dream...
Landscape and meadows flowing under my feet at the edge of town.
Finally kissing the one I am longing for in a shadowy barn, soft, sweet and promising.
Can still feel his lips on mine.
Don't think I will ever feel them in this world.
So I think I'll just close my eyes for just a little bit longer and dream on....

Midnight Strole

Couldn't sleep last night, so Jack and I went for a midnight strole. Grabbed my camera on the way out and finally took the night shots of the Botlek I wanted to take for such a long time...

Water and foam fight...

Wasn't all hell and damnation today....actually had quite a lot of fun as you can see for yourself...

Eternal rebound rebound girl

Don't know what went wrong in my former lifetime, but I seem to be destined to be the eternal rebound rebound girl.
The one who picks you up when you're down and out, your heart and ego crushed by your ex-girlfriend and what do you see? It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Bo to the rescue...

Only to be dumped from seven heavens high when both are healed and up and running. Leaving a silhouette kind of hole in the ground that should and used to be me. And there I go again...I dust myself of all particles and memories of you, lift my shin up high, look up and start climbing those stairs up to ground zero again...again... and again....

I'm getting quite tired of this roundabout, won't someone up there play a different tune, haven't I learned my lesson by now...do we have to leave the recorder on repeat?! When will someone be crazy about me for a change and not the promise of a new fresh start, the one who wipes the slate clean so you can marry and have children with someone else? Hello... is anybody out there... Hello I can't hear you...eeehhhhh what?!

Fluttering summer skirt

This morning my usual tomboy clothes were left hanging in the closet giving me sad and puppyeye looks... But no, I was persistent and I couldn't be persuaded by sad looks...summer skirt it was and summer skirt it stayed... Because it was sooooo hot. I wanted to feel the wind lift up my skirt and feel all woman, free and looking forward to perform my Marilyn Monroe pose...oeps.
It felt sweet to lift my skirt to go up and down stairs and feel the fabric flutter around my legs. I think I spoiled the effect a little by running barefoot up and down the hall of my office and sitting on the floor while archiving many many documents. I don't think I will ever be a lady Lady, but it felt good to be a woman today, think I'll give those womanly thingies more air out of the closet. Maybe I'll surprise myself and one day a lady will look back from the other side of the mirror...but I don't think so. I am just a bit too crazy/silly to sit up and be good allllll day, just want to play and well... it IS summer. Summer times are my favorite. So please up there, give me a summer to remember?!

Water ballet...

It's was darn hot today. And this week I have to water the plants on our terrace. It wouldn't be such a problem, if it weren't a terrace of about 30 meters long and plants the size of small trees, with big big pots to go with them. So while I was doing my job, I heard the children below playing and screaming and I just couldn't resist. I hosed them down with a big splash of water.
Before I knew it we were in a big waterfight, they were soaked to the bone and well, I'm no spoilsport so I handed them the hose and ran for dear life. It was fun and a good cooldown for a nice and sunny day. Looking forward to water the plants tomorrow.