Witajcie, Bracia w boju!

Po dłuuugiej przerwie postanowiłem powrócić do opisywania mych przygód, radości i smutków, filozoficznych przemyśleń... Zawsze wiedziałem, że ten portal to miejsce, gdzie razem możemy się od siebie uczyć. Niestety, wydawało mi się, że nie mam na to czasu. Myliłem się.

Tekst ten stanowi luźny obraz tego, co robię i w jakim stanie jestem w tej chwili. Otóż, poznaję wiele dziewcząt, jednak ciężko jest mi tworzyć jakiekolwiek głębsze relacje. Myślę, że po prostu muszę działać i uczyć się na błędach. Piszę w języku angielskim, gdyż jest to moje zadanie na Writing [studiuję filologię angielską].

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- Excuse me... Forgive the interruption... But you look so... Unapproachable... That I just have to meet you. My name is Norman.

I had never thought that this kind of line would break through the ‘routine wall’ of any girl. The problem is that feeling happy is not on daily basis for majority of people. As you can see, being outrageous helps well with this bothering issue...

- Oh, this is... I’m Sarah... It’s so nice to meet you! - Her grin turned from casual into beamish as she was speaking her words.

Here, my day has already been made. Changing somebody’s state of mind by 180 degrees gives you loads of joy and satisfaction. But what makes it the greatest thing about life, you can miraculously multiply it by passing those magnificent feelings forward to your boss, mum or best friend.

- What are you doing now? I’ve got not much time but I can spend some talking to you getting to know there is something more working for you...

I wish I stopped using lines I know by heart... But what to do when they work? Okay, next time I will try something ‘authorial’, I swear.

- Well, I was about to do some shopping but you came and... - She was totally confused... That’s a good sign, by the way.

- Alright, so you’re doing nothing... Let’s go have some coffee... There.

- I don’t know...

Two or three minutes passed before she finally realised that talking with me can give her such wonderful feelings and experiences that she just must surrender to me...

After next five minutes of conversation I was done. I have never met such boring person... Whole life with her wouldn’t give as much excitement as one minute with a guy who kicked the bucket... It wasn’t about wooden topics but the energy she would share with me... Or, to be precise, lack of it.
I finished the meeting as fast as I would. Fortunately, it was easy... It’s bad that everything can seem alright between man and woman even when it’s certainly not. I ask a question: why?

Sitting in the bus taking me home and thinking of jinx which kicks everyone’s bottom from time to time has been interrupted suddenly... She paid and sat in the opposite side of the vehicle.

- Oh, man... Not now... Not again... Another beautiful girl I’ve got to meet...”