June 10th, 2014

happy girl

A cute conversation.

On Sunday night, while channel surfing, we came across Star Wars on one of the movie channels. The following conversation took place:

He: I don't understand this Star Wars Star Trek thing. And the people that like it.
Me: Oh my god, REALLY?
He: Uh-oh...
Me: REALLY? I hate it too. I can't believe you hate Star Wars and that I finally met someone who hates Star Wars. It's so stupid - what's with the light sabers and shit?
He: Yeah, what the fuck? We should get married now!

Some kissing ensued after that.

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As much as I adore him for being a total sweetheart (and I really, really adore him for this), I must admit that I like it when he swears a little; gives him a bit of an edge. Haha. Women are so retarded in this sense - we complain about how all the good men are either gay or married but like our men to be somewhat bad. It doesn't make any sense.

I like mine sweet as sugar though. For me, there's no such thing as 'too sweet' anymore.

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Really have to write about Friday but I'm too tired and not really in the mood, so some other time.

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Weekend was great once more. It was bright and sunny on Sunday and we went to the park (Oosterpark) where I got a tan and he fell asleep in the sun while I read boring shit about professional conduct for the QLTS. Had dinner in a nice bar/cafe type place. Met his friend on Saturday evening after tennis, during which I actually lost to him in a first-to-10-with-difference-of-two contest. He made up new rules which suited me so I didn't complain. I had multiple match points but got too competitive and, as a result, too anxious; made a ton of errors, underestimated his amazing hand-eye coordination (I swear, he's got some natural talent for this sport; he actually hits the ball in the sweet spot of the racquet. Took me ages to get that going and even now, I still mishit it quite a bit), and lost 12-14.

He later said that he didn't even want to win. When he told his friend about it, his friend was puzzled that I lost. Obviously I'm a colossal mug, but obviously he could hit the ball too.

We biked for quite a long distance to the tennis court which was in the north of Amsterdam somewhere. It was so 'somewhere' that I felt like I was in a completely different city; it was suburban-lite, quiet, with lots of open spaces, and totally unlike the city centre. It wasn't as posh as the previous place, but I liked it better because it was more down-to-earth.

We randomly came across a windmill and attempted to photowhore, but the result was pretty hilarious. I really like that he always accedes to my request for selfies. He's sweet like that.

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I'm off to bed. Will write a better entry soon, hopefully.

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Edited to add: I was listening to music with my earphones at his place. He asked me if I was listening to Britney Spears. I said no, I was listening to All Saints.

If a person could verbalise a facepalm, his reaction would have been it. It was adorable.

A disclaimer: I don't have shitty taste in music; I have an eclectic taste in music.