Making something from nothing...

... is what I do.

Haven't listen to Motown for years, thanks Mr P.



PS. I am wondering what kind of feeling you are talking about; the nausea being together with a woman you being gay? “I only get this feeling when I know you won’t say no”????

Facebook and old acquaintances

I am not obviously the only one not having a life and looking for old lovers on Facebook. I just got a mail from Tennant the time-traveller, the boyfriend I found in bed with another girl once. Time-traveller? Yes, he always used to say that if I ever got pregnant, we should get married. Being only 20 years old I found this totally weird and figured out that he must have been Austen’s Mr Darcy who accidentally had landed on 20th century thinking this was the way it still works.

Tennant the time-traveller wondered if I remembered him. Obviously he is suffering from a severe memory loss; I guess if a boyfriend had found me in bed with another guy, I would remember this rest of my life.

What can I answer to him? I am considering two possibilities:

“If I remember? I am quite sure you don’t remember. I am not one of those girls you cheated your girlfriend with. I am the girlfriend you cheated on!”

Or

“Hm, doesn’t really ring a bell. Or maybe a little bit anyway, I guess you are one of the billion boyfriends I have found in bed with another girl. Am I getting close?”

What do you know?

I thought that I knew Mr P very well being quite intimate with him for a century ago. But in fact I knew very few things about him besides that he really is the best kisser in the world (I have tested many men in my life, can’t think anyone better) and that he loves tennis.

I think our intimacy back then was very much concentrated on these two topics. The past two days I have learned more about him than during my teenage years. For example he has read more Pamuk books than me and he sees Jean Luc Goddard films. I wouldn’t have guessed that in million years.

I also learned that he in fact is gay. Last night he was talking with such affection about his male colleague, Juha, and he didn’t even try to have sex with me.



PS. Gay or not, he will always be my Tomas and I will always be his Sabina. The totally bearable lightness of being!

PSS. Gay or not, he still is the most romantic guy to spend evening with (even he NEVER has been romantic in writing!).

PSSS. Gay or not, he still makes me laugh.

PSSSS. Gay or not, my blog makes him laugh.

On a date with Mr P or the unbearable lightness of being

Mr P, probably the best kisser in the world, is, as I have written earlier, a man who has never made me miserable. He was always a source of pure joy and happiness, and I must say, he still is. At least if I keep it to a selected part of our conversation from yesterday:

Mr P: I must say you don’t disappoint me; I have always said that being with you was DIFFERENT…
(…like the choice of this restaurant. What on earth am I eating?)

Mr P: Back then I was totally crazy about you. You could have asked me to make a salto mortale, and I had done it.
(Me: I want to see that salto mortale, show it to me now.)
(Mr P: Now? Now I am just wondering how the heck I could have been so crazy about you back then.)

Mr P: I used to love your butt, but your breasts, wow! I must admit that when I saw you at the hotel lobby, I right away undressed you in my imagination.
(Me: If you invite me to your hotel room, I let you see my breasts.)
(Mr P: Øh, hm, sorry, not interested. I said that I undressed you….)



Remember? I don't really.

Movies

JB wrote that there are practically no movies that are worth seeing from the 80’s. This is how ever the decade I spent a lot of time in cinema and even I agree that many of these films were bad (films I fell asleep to, or if the company was good, spent time in other things at than watching the film), there are also plenty of good films that I actually saw. The following ones are some I clearly remember being wonderful:

37,2 le matin
Le grand bleu
Le père noël est une ordure
Once upon time in America
A room with a view
New York stories
The French Lietenant's woman
Sophie's choice
Amadeus
Gandhi
Chariots of fire
Fanny and Alexander
Ran
My left foot
Hannah and her sisters
Trois hommes et un couffin
Le Déclin de l'empire américain
Camille Claudel
Driving Miss Daisy
Dangerous liaisons
The elephant man

And of course my favorite ones with Harrison:



I even bought a hat and a whip at Universal Studios being so into Indy’s adventures. Oh, now I get it, the nickname, Ms Domina…

Carte de fidelité

I can’t make 200 people to laugh with a joke but I can make one French lady to laugh. When I was in Paris I went to cinema, and the lady asked me if I wanted une carte de fidelité. I said that sure, then I can always prove my husband I have been faithful in Paris.

Auchhhh....

Try to tell a joke to 200 people; it is not sure at all they will laugh. But fall on your butt in attempt to run backwards, and all the 200 suckers will certainly laugh. I don’t know why I volunteered to play “Høvdingebold - adults against children” at the school party, but I know that my butt really hurts.

What do I care that everybody laughed, as thanks I also teached the audience some very important Finnish words. But what pisses me off, is that my butt hurts so bad that I cannot sit down. Thank God I have an adjustable desk at the office and I can stand up, but what am I going to do tonight during the dinner with Mr P? I cannot dine sitting down, I must lie down. But there aren’t any restaurants with divan dining in Copenhagen; I guess the only solution is room service at Mr P’s hotel. And I am in fact very trained in lying on Mr P’s bed, this used to be my favorite occupation when I was 18 (LISTENING TO MUSIC!!). It will be fun to see if lying on Mr P’s bed is like riding a bike; if you once have learned it, you never forget how to do it.