Part 030 · ~2 min read

Saturday at last…

and so what? Let’s go back one day.

Last night, Sonya came home with a statue of an African fertility goddess… Frankly, I thought it was a family-size dildo that could have been used by 5 or 6 women at least at the same time, but it was a goddess, and I was reminded that I am a right bastard and close to misogyny. Frankly is getting better, last time I was beyond misanthropy. Anyway, she cooked a lovely meal, and it was nice hugging and cuddling with each other on the couch, looking at the city melting outside. No sex, no fun… Month things… All went well until she woke me up early this morning crying and sobbing… She told me that I was calling a lady’s name in my sleep. I told her that she was my Pilates instructor and that we had been talking a bit the day before, so it was fairly normal. She said that I told her about Pilates, but the name I was calling was Anna, not Simona… Jeez… I cannot believe I have been calling the name of a pro… I started laughing, and I told her that I argued work with Anna, one of my HR people, due to my holidays being cancelled without notice after I booked the trip and blah blah blah blah… she told me that she trusted me but that there is something wrong in me lately and she doesn’t know what to think. She wants proof that I love her.

Marrying her? She said that it is not all, getting married and if I don’t know how to prove it, it means that I don’t love her. This was my breakfast. I am waiting for dinner now. Anyway, I went to the usual jog but in a different location. I went to do my 10 km run around Lake Albano. It was good there, 10 Km in 50 minutes. It’s not the best of times, but the trail is a mountain bike, so you can imagine how bad it can be. Ok, I must go. Someone is at the door. It could be Simona ahhahahahha