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My first week of vacation is almost over and so far...I've done nothing out of the ordinary. Well my sis and I did see "Despicable Me 2" at the movies which was totally awesome :D I haven't laughed so hard in a long long time, those Minions really made my day.

 

This first clip is from the first movie, that we watched at home this week :D

 

 

 

 

This one is from the second...LOL!!

 

On other matters...well I think I'm moving slightly forward...Today when I was heading home from a shopping spree in town, I met this guy that reminds me of Jeffrey Dean Morgan (I'm telling you they're sort of twins), I usually see him on the bus home :D sometimes waiting for the train. Once he even said hi to me, even though we've never talked! Well today, he sat in the seat across mine, kept staring at me (like he wanted to say something) and when I pushed the button to get off the bus...the thing didn't work. I kept pressing but nothing, so I got up and approached the door but he had already pushed it for me! Awww ain't that sweet! He could say again though... I want a Denny Duquette!!! (Grey's Anatomy remember).

 

Poetry, stories and lyrics without music. 

Last night, I had the weirdest dream...couldn't fall asleep after that, so I was awake for a few hours.

I'm not going to bore you out with details or anything 'cause I pretty much just remember the beginning of the dream of me getting off the train in the UK. But this part...I've lived (minus the singing to me directly and the kiss) but the music genre yes. Not the same song either...the other one was a country song.

 

 

Where's a singing Gerry when I need him? :)

GAH!!!!!! *screams loudly*

 

Don't you girls hate when guys you like (and you've made it clear that you're interested) just pretend they don't know anything about your feelings??!! Okay, I get if some guys can't talk about feelings but isn't kind off plain bullshit when they don't finish a conversation or just IGNORE you over phone/text/Twitter/Facebook and so on.

 

Oh you want examples...alright, I'll give you some 

 

Recently I met this guy, with awesome manners and a very sweet heart but really sucks when it comes to keep a conversation alive or even understand that maybe I wanna be asked "How are you?" once in a while. So yeah, as you can see I'm angry!! Or even worse...dissapointed. Didn't think all the guys where just as stupid...I'm sorry, but no I mean that. STUPID! I don't avoid talking about feelings, it actually clears up the air between you.

 

That wasn't possible 17 years ago, when I was hurt for the first time by a guy that doesn't matter to me anymore besides bringing bad memories to life. He said in public (in junior high school) that I wasn't girlfriend material, I could only have friends but never be a girlfriend. I lived with those words for 17 years, thinking that he was right.

Now I know that he was just trying to hurt me, but sometimes those nightmares come back to haunt me when someone shows a little bit of affection. Like "Runaway Bride" I run and since nobody tries to stop me, I get away. Of course, I have a very sensitive radar that separates the few good guys I meet from the bad and I know when to leave. But when I fall for someone real, something that seem to have similarities with me, I want to fight for it and I lose...over and over again.

Long ago, when I fell for my guy-friend Marcus...he too has problems confronting his feelings and he also suffers from verbal incompetence (he can't say things without hurting people) so even I had to suffer his tantrums. I thought that maybe he wasn't ready for a relationship and I waited, but clearly he never made it to my point. We aren't friends today, not because of my feelings...I still loved him as my friend but he doesn't even know what those words mean. By that I mean, he doesn't even tell his family that he loves them.

 

Like I said before, Carey and I were seeing each other on friday morning before the gigg the same night. I was running late, my mom borrowed my buscard on her last day of work before her summer vacation and I had to take a later train. Luckily he had just woken up, so I could relax a bit.

We met in front of Expresso House by Central Station, from across the street he looked like a young Bob Dylan and I so regret not taking a picture right there...he was really really cute, with his old school shades and just looking plain cool.

Appereantly I wasn't the only one who thought that, the girls at the coffee shop were charmed by him and somehow I could see that they were hoping he would ditch me and go out with them. But that's just me, I think.

So we had breakfast, talked and it was fun 'cause he was singing quietly again and all I could do was just enjoy :)

Then we talked about how Stockholm wants to become the new New York, he said that even though Stockholm is old it's not as crazy as New York...people don't cross the street until the green light, there's no crazy man with the "The world is gonna end" sign and clearly people are more relaxed.

We split up before his out-store gigg at Americana, but before that I gave him a present...a book by JD Salinger ('cause this guy girls, reads real books!) He was happy.

I took off, went on a small shopping spree before heading home to rest before the gigg, this was our last goodbye before he would leave for Visby and then the rest of Europe. I felt a strange thing, like something was gonna be lost and I couldn't do anything to keep it with me. We were friends and I didn't want to let go, just like any friend that is close to me.

I headed to "Pet Sounds" and was at the door at 9 pm sharp, but no familiar face. Maybe I got the hour wrong, nope...it said 9 pm. The waitress from the night before was there and she said "Your friend is by the window, you should join the company." I turned around, there he was...with other people, girls, having a fun time.

It was like my best friends party a few years back, I'm not very good with bigger gatherings so I just said "Can I sit in that corner and get a cola light please?"

I texted my sister, my friend and played Wordfeud...when the clock hit 10 pm, I was going ready to leave.

But before I could sneak away, he turned up at my side. The waitress had told him and he was sorry. Me too, for being so shy. I guess I never got over that part when you turn up in a place where there's no one that knows you and just start talking. We talked, headed downstairs for the show and I forgot about everything.

After the show, I stayed for a while and he went upstairs, probably 'cause the phone didn't have a good reception and it was hot. So this was my moment, I had to leave. At the door, he found me...we talked, got interrupted and talked again, we took that picture (should've taken it the night before) he signed my cd's and I hugged him goodbye. "It's over now, the music of the night..."

If somebody told me, that I would meet someone that sang modern like countrymusic, I wouldn't believe them.

If somebody told me, I would like it... I would think they're lying. But if I remind myself...I liked "Hannah Montana: The Movie" when I saw it in the theaters and some of the music was actually country. So I'm not totally against it. And now, quite recently...I met someone that sings modern countrymusic and old school country. How it all started? I think it began with him following me on Instagram, liking some of my pictures and then we became friends over Twitter. So we talked, about random things, I heard some of his music and thought "Well he's okay". Then maybe when he came back to Sweden, we would meet and hang. He had been here the year before, so he's not that new...maybe even passed by me, without knowing we would become friends later.

A real definition of "It's a small world we live in."

Anyway, so last thursday in the end of June, we met in a place called "Nytorget 6" not far from this icecream place that my family and I used to love. We love still, but we don't hang there so much lately. At first, I was lost...sometimes Stockholm turns into this place that I don't remember all that good and bigger cities like London become my playground. So we tried to find each other, I in a black and white dress and he, well in a country like shirt. For a moment, it was like a movie...the meeting of two people that had never met in person and fall in love.

No, we didn't...but it was nice. Meeting Carey was like listening to a brand new song, it didn't take long to like it. His voice was just, dark and seductive. The guys I have met before (on dates) have like this boyish sound to it but his was a grown man. If he was the dark side of the force, I would be happy to join.

So we hugged, talked and I said I was sorry for being late...I really was 'cause time just flew with this guy. And what I noticed happily was that his dark voice was good friends with his even better manners. Is that something american or just southern boys trying to impress city girls? I don't know but I surely liked.

We had dinner at this bar "Pet Sounds", in a table in the corner...we talked, laughed and he gave me a preview of his beautiful voice...he sings quietly but seductive. Wasn't I supposed to leave before his show in "Nytorget 6"? We had coffee and tea just before his gigg. I don't remember if I was supposed to leave after that, I was glued to that wall of the side stage until he finished. He even played my favorite Elvis song "Jailhouse Rock"... Just wow!!

He had scotch, two of them and it was like I was at this bar, back in the old western: Where the good bandit was getting a drink.

Everybody wanted to talk to him, I just waited. But when we finally talked, it was worth the wait.

I said bye, we had discussed of seeing each other the following morning for some breakfast. As I walked out, I realised I had been standing for 2 hours...my train was coming in 10 minutes and my feet were hurting. But since my adrenaline was on top, I ran to the station.