Il gatto e la volpe

To my two new boyfriends, Andrea and Davide, who have stolen my heart on a warm spring Italian evening.

May the force be with you.

Fuochi nella notte

Tu quietami i pensieri e le mani
In questa veglia pacificami il cuore

Cosi' vanno le cose cosi' devono andare

Parklife - part 2

Hmmm, so there may be some kind of weird divine justice out there..

Remember the octogenarian hitting on me in the park? Well, today I had a bit of a better parklife experience. Maybe because of my new training gear? Maybe my currently relaxed outlook?

Anyway, I was running on the Heath when materialising in front of me is Dr Who! (wowowo - TARDIS noise in the background) Yep, Christopher Eccleston running, huffing and puffing, towards me.
Being a sad geek, I immediately emailed/texted/Facebooked far too many people. And it wasn't an issue of seeing a celebrity (Hampstead offers plenty), it was.. the Doctor! Ah, and BTW, for all those who asked, I did not run after him.

As my teenagery excitement wore off and my attention was once again concentrated on the blisters caused by new trainers, there he was again. We clearly went around opposite paths and ended up in the same place on the way back. And this time.. He smiled at me. Yep, the Doctor winked and smiled.
Move away Rose/Martha/Amy, here comes the new assistant. Ready to travel in time and space. To be whisked off to worlds far far away, to known pasts or futures yet to become. To live suspended between reality and imagination.
Sure at 900 he is kind of old, but he never ages and there is always the chance he regenerates in David Tennant. OK, that's just greedy.

So now you know. If I disappear for a while, I will be on the TARDIS, or running away from some crazy aliens who want to blow up planet Earth.

Byeeeeeeeeee

Changes - part 2

Ehm, forget about the slides, forget about the sleepless nights, forget about the fear of the unknown..

I could carry on exercising, running, lunching and having drinks for the rest of my life!!!

I know, I know, I can't really.. But I can most certainly enjoy it until it lasts..

Great expectations

I went to see Male Friend #3 for dinner tonight. Well, I showed up and he had completely forgotten about our arrangements. So he cobbled together something to eat at the last minute, and it was bloody awful. He was so distracted, he overcooked the pasta, burnt the sauce and broke a glass. All in the same evening.
As this is highly out of character (the guy is normally a great cook), I couldn't help but investigate.
Turns out he is obsessed with a woman. Worse, with the idea of a woman.
The famous first date with the younger lady went so well that they have seen each other for a while. And, faithful to his idea of taking it slow, nothing more than a kiss has been exchanged. Except, that now all he can think about is having sex with her. And the anticipation is killing him.
Because, you see, what happens if reality does not live up to imagination? What if, after this fantasy-thon he has been through, it all ends up being a bit.. bland?
At the same time, what if he is taking it too far? If lost in a sensual fantasy he forgets why he liked the lady in the first place?
Basically, is there such a thing as too much passion? At least in your head?

What could I say?
Rationality is well out of the equation (be prepared for the worse, hope for the best). No way I would attempt any prep talk either (I love my friends, but there is something called 'too much information').

Maybe, all he should do is just to.. get on with it. To stop imagining and start living.
Sometime reality finds interesting ways to surprise us..

Your pretty face is going to hell

It is quite fitting that the evening before my birthday I went to see Iggy Pop and The Stooges. The man is 63 (today I turn 36), and boy is he an emblem of eternal mental youth! If he can still rock pretty much naked and command a stage just like in the late 60's/early 70's, well, I should just shut up and get on with it. Seeing these guys now, you get unadulterated energy of raw proto-punk with matured skills of great musicians. Shame for the sweaty 60-year old next to me losing his day-time composure and dancing way too close for comfort. Sure, Raw Power was an odd album, and the Bowie mix was pretty awful, but The Stooges and Fun House stand the test of time perfectly well. Yep, a great gig.. and no sign of the puppet from the car insurance advert.

So, birthday considerations? I am not going to bore anyone with all the good things I discovered in my 30's, and why life looks pretty good from where I stand. These days, also because of a sudden professional twist of fate (more of which later), I seem to have it all. In all honesty, I am blessed. I am incredibly lucky and have no reason to complain.

But, there is always a but.
And I think I'd rather go to hell than get bored to tears in heaven.

Changes

And here we are. First day of unemployment. Sleeping pattern already messed up.
Standing in the kitchen at 4:30 am eating yesterday's dinner.
First time in my life with no immediate plans.

Last day at work was very.. emotional. Far too many tears, all day long. If somebody thought I resigned because I lost my mind, I am pretty sure they found confirmation in my girly behaviour, completely out of character.

Will have to get used to no seeing The Homonymous, English Rose, Male Friend #1, SF#2 and The Venerable every day. Weird. Not to mention everybody else. Four years.. Long time.

Leaving drinks carried on until 2am, with Gorgeous Girl creating a stir in the bar. Flocks of men.. And she doesn't notice half of them.. Not only she is beautiful, she is incredibly sweet too.

Is it going to be cake baking galore? Or exercising craze? Internet dependence? Or rereading Proust all over again? Meditation retreat? Or pampering spa?

Difficult decisions, uh? Better get used to life in the slow lane. Except.. I am already hyper ventilating! Give me some slides, quick!!