How much I like that everything I need is within walking distance, but it still is far enough to get soaked. The rain hasn't stopped yet, so I didn't make it all the way to my favorite wifi spot. Popping into another wifi supplier on my way to the supermarket, and I am not denied anything as I know that the man serving my coffee is blessed with a very nice smile (among other things). This is the place were we won the English sort of "pub" quiz, and they make a good cup of coffee.
My umbrella is only partly protecting me from the everlasting downpour. The short walk is just long enough for my jeans to be wet al the way up to my knees. So here I am, coffee, iPad and a service with a smile. Now I have to focus on my typing and not too much on the staff at hand. Later today I will have coffee with my friends but for know it's back to the keyboard.
Tomorrow if and when the rain (hopefully) lifts I might even take the ferry to Vigo and go for a walk and maybe even a McDonald. Something kinda Saturday stuff to do.
A few more days and I am off, back home and I promise I will leave the rain here. While being online I caught up with some friends and it seems the game's a foot! Quoting Sherlock Holmes ...... Some are back to their old game, be it love or hunting for Tarzan or his equivalent. When you find something challenging and great along the road to pleasure, why does it last only for a fortnight? And is the hunting far-more giving pleasure as to be with someone who knows how to "handle" you.
What's the name of the game? When it comes to food, music, clothing or even a fetish they seem to know exactly what they want. Ok, even the type of the guy is clear, and it is almost like a set checklist, a mental fixed guide. The eyes see what the pants want, so it's clearly to satisfy the optical hunger. As true as the fact that not everything's that shines is gold, is that not every impressive mountain of muscle chests with a tiny waist, knows how to kiss. Got sidetracked there, my waiter just brought a second coffee and even winked at me, how I love spanish friendliness. So if we see what we want, and it turns out to be stereotypical most of the times, we have to check how the cowboy is in playing with the bull. How many rodeo's are carved on his belt? And again some will ride a nice Arab stallion where others prefer a palomino ....... Dear Sherlock would Watson be able to be of more assistance, this is not only eliminatory anymore, it's almost a science when we want to go for perfection. Lost again, I am the one looking for perfection, they are looking for a good ride...... I wonder if my smile, when finished a ride in Disneyland is more satisfying?
To me some of these things sound or appear shallow, but it seems to be the game to be at as a young man. Sure old guys play the game too, and some with the same gameplay and mindset. Even thinking sometimes they have the same pawns on the deck as a twenty year old. Sure I love to think that I would have the same opportunities as the younger players, but who would i be kidding? Myself the most of course, not going to do that, I think I have to much imagination in my normal day to day routine (on a good day). My goal is different that is for sure. Somewhere I am afraid, that something good will be lost, and here I am trying to think as a modern day Jane Austin.... The old romantic in me, but I do like the guy.
Modern times request modern thinking, but over the ages a lot might have changed somehow I have a hard time believing that feeling something intimate as love will be lost to a hunting feeling based on lust. Lust also an age old trouble maker, without whom we would have missed out on so many things that created great music, operas and plays. Does it always have to add up to drama, when two or more man are involved? Sure it's not always there but I can remember that after the hunting season the mind starts to create questionable moments of longing or to belong, and than, yes they will ask me my thoughts. My view is one who thinks differently at times, and yes sometimes I would like my pants do the talking, but still somewhere down the line I question my inner feeling, and mostly that put the breaks on things, I need more, it's not only the action, it's also the person as it is what is happening, Tarzan wouldn't just be Tarzan without the jungle.
Yes I can't put my standards or morals on another nor would I, even more because they are my friends. Friends I like for who they are, special and this is just a part of them that is shared with me, it's not the "why" of our friendship. Our bond is kinda sacred to me as with my straight friends, I would go as far as to call it pure. Some of them challenge me to think outside the box, get to know a different vision of what I hold close to heart. We might not always agree on the things in life but we value each other as equals. They come in al shapes and sizes, just like Spanish waiters, and they all make me smile or frown at time. Unfortunately not all are capable to serve me perfect coffee, but they are capable to put a smile on my face.
So I order another coffee with a smile to be served with a smile, google for a nice picture to go with this blog and secretly checking out my waiters ...... He not only got great eyes you know!
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