Archive for November, 2007
This is a couple from Israel posting for a free stock. I really, really envy her! 
Some people pay for getting laid. While the moral, legal and religious aspect of this subject is forever debatable, we know that people get paid for this “service” and many others are willing to pay. It’s safe to say that paying for what you normally get free in a naturally loving and caring relationship either indicates perversion or total despair. Or both.
Now, what happens online in, dating websites?
Did you notice that ALL dating communities have the facility of paid subscription, some block your ability to IM and Private Message, others disallow you to upload a photo before you pay… They are kind of creative there. They do it, because they KNOW you will pay for the hope of talking to someone. The owners of such sites realize very well that if you are so beautiful, successful, socially developed and independent, so cute and sweet, such a great lover and interesting conversation that you searched Google for “dating sites”, signed up and have to choose a life-partner from the huge variety of the 100*100 pixel images… you probably will pay these measly 2 dollars for the chance of taking it further. What is 2$ on a way of a love and eternal happiness?!
We could make a similar allegory in real life, where people pay for entering certain pubs, pay for attending certain social events or even buying someone else a drink to “get” a company. The thing is, online it’s slightly different and I will tell you where is the cruelest catch with online dating. Read the rest of this entry »
Continues from part 1 and part 2.
The morning after our first meeting, my dream to wake up with Tom did not come true. Simply because we did not sleep at all… 
We just spend an absolutely unimaginable night and waited for the morning, to go for breakfast. I don’t know if that night we reached the stars, or touched heavens, or stood under shower of stardust, or surfed on a rainbow (and no, we did not take any drugs) — but it felt amazing..
We went down for a breakfast, got 2 piles of salami and cheese, and each of us started to make his own pile (?????) of food. As I am a slave of my own habits, I sent him a morning sms, like always (yes, while sitting at the same table!) but he did not reply, which I hope does not confirm what I said earlier, about him not liking me… Anyway, we went back to the 3rd floor, and at this point I started to realize that this is in fact our last day together (even if only for now). We made pictures and movies together, we talked, we fooled around and froliced. I wanted to get drunk, while he wanted to go and buy himself a ticket back, because his train was leaving too early in the morning. I couldn’t help my frustration, we could practically count hours before he leaves, and at some point I said I went to the bathroom and tears just started to roll down my cheeks, but I had to wipe them off fast as I did not want him to notice it. It reminded me my youth concerts when I was crying before but had to wipe the tears, go on stage and smile — show must go on.
We drunk red wine with coca cola (dragonic combination on empty stomach, but it tasted good. No idea how he came up with such a mixture!), ate snacks, and just looked at each other..
Towards the evening we went to the train station to get his ticket. The streets were covered with snow, that looked gold-glittering under the yellow street lamps. I did not see snow for ages, it was a totally new place for me, I did not know Brandys, and it’s safe to say I did not really know Tommi, but we walked there hand in hand, like we have been going through these streets for many years now, like we have known each other forever, like this is our land, our world, our universe..
Tom gave in to my 2-days begging to get drunk, and when we got back to the hotel we went drinking beer. Yay!
Beer did not nuke him as fast as it nuked me; I was already giggling like a tickled piggy after one big glass, while he kept his head quit clear up until 3 glasses. We started talking pretty openly, alcohol neutralized the heavy air and we just talked like 2 very close friends, laughed (with each other, not AT each other, hard to believe, I know)… As being devoted computer maniacs, we were just too used to seeing each others “on screens” (this whole 3D meeting was so unusual!), and again, we could not resist the temptation of playing with our mobiles, only this time it was in open (see above).
When he got drunk, the “disadvantage” was that his tongue fell loose, and I got to hear what he really thinks about me and the past 2 days. Can’t say it was what I expected to hear (even tho I was aware of it already) plus he wanted to brag and exhibited all his knowledge in Russian underground slag. We can say I was impressed… We went to finish our last 2 glasses in the corridor of the third floor where I remember crawling from the room to the armchair and back (yes I was that drunk). He told me many things he never said before and I really enjoyed our conversation, not because we were drunk and the world seemed perfect, but because he could actually keep up a great company, both interesting and entertaining. When we were going upstairs, he also took my coat together with his, a little fact that, for some reason, impressed me and melted me. I don’t remember any of my ex boyfriends doing it.
After having read tons of romantic literature in my childshood, of course I was naturally wishing for a different end. Most of the fairytales I grew up on, had a “happy end” — the hero fell in love at first sight, married the princess and they lived happily ever after. I was hoping he will come and say “hell with everything, I stay here with you!”, or something similar, but my hopes, appearantly, were just a fruit of my optimistic imagination. The hero did not get down on his knees, the stars did not fall down… Nothing.
I was sitting on the bed crying without being able to shop while Tommi would not even look at me. I stepped on my pride and with a trembling voice asked my hero if he would stay, but the answer was ”no, I can’t”. He had to go back to his castle, and there is nothing on this planet I could do. The psychologist in me knew he does not look at me because maybe it’s hard for him too, but the woman in me was just hurt and empty inside. I felt like there is a bottomless abyss inside me, dark and hollow, with thousands of daemons screaming at him, begging him to stay. But… the chasm between my hopes and reality was too big.
When time has come, he hugged me and bid his farewell in almost silence. I could hardly see him leave because the tears totally blurred my vision.
A few minutes passed, it was around 5 in the morning, I sat on the bed shaking and hoping I will hear his foot steps back and he will knock… I pictured him coming back saying he can’t leave… After his train left (as much as I could count it’s approximate departure) and about 10 minutes passed, my last hope for his return burnt to ashes. It’s not healthy to be thrown from such a high level of happiness to such a low level of sadness, but again, there was nothing I could do. I just went to a shower and stood under the hot water for I think an hour, then sat on the bed, feeling like there is void under my skin. It was already full light, I sent him a little movie and he replied with his photo from a train. I knew I just have to accept the reality, with all the difficulties it sets, so it was time to pack my bags, get down to earth, move out of room Nr 9, and start my 4th day.
After I finally managed to fall asleep I woke up pretty early and had nothing to do, so by 7:30 a.m. I already went downstairs and started nudging for my breakfast. Sitting there and drinking coffee, making cheese with salami sandwiches I couldn’t even imagine in one week from now I will be longing to get back to the place, that now looked so lonely to me…
My dangerous internet friend did not call and I begun to worry something got canceled. I sent him an sms, to which he replied their are on the way, but would be late, because it snows. Snows??? I approached the window and to my total surprise and amazement discovered that it snows indeed even here!
I went back to my room, and about one hour before we were supposed to meet I started to dress, just in case he would arrive earlier and I would not have to say “ooops, lemme dress!”. I doubt it would sound genuine anyway, so I slowly started to pull more and more layers on myself, hoping to survive to the eternal frost outside.
30 minutes before the arranged time, just as I wanted to apply the lipstick, he knocked… I opened the door with slightly trembling heart, with mixed feelings of excitement and fear, anticipation and curiosity..
When I opened the door, I got a big surprise… Read the rest of this entry »
This photo is nothing special, yet I live the angle and the way the girl holds guy’s face. Typical time “after” spent in bed.
Models: Nicole and Carsten
Photography by Strange Illusions
Now I am back from Czech Republic and thought I would document some of my events there since probably in a year from now I will forget some details and I would not want it to ever be forgotten, though of course we will keep this blog family safe. So…
I landed around 10 AM and by the time I collected my bags and slowly moved out of the gates, it was already 11, I missed both trains that were supposed to take me to Brandys nad Orlici and I had to hurry crazily since in my printed list only one train schedule was left and if I was to miss that one, I would not know how to arrive to my destination. I asked what bus would take me to some metro station and took it, though while driving I had seen that we pass the exit of Prague and signs show arrows to other cities… I could not believe I took a wrong bus and not only it may take me God knows where, but also I will never make it in time. Luckily it was the right bus just going through all the outskirts of the city, but still it was scary.
Made it to the railroad station, but had no clue what platform am I to take! the choice was to either climb up the stairs to each platform (which normally would not be a problem, but not when you have a 15kg bag!) or ask people.. Asking people has two downsides — 1. they do not understand you, 2. they send you down the wrong route. Both of course happened to the lucky me.
1 minute before train was about to leave I finally found it, it was a real action movie.
It took two trains to arrive to Brandys nad Orlici though it could have been worse, eventually it took less than 2 hours until I arrived in a tiny little hole called Brandys, where it appeared to me not much actions happens. Walked approximately 300 meters from the railroad to my 3-stars hotel where an Internet friend of mine has already reserved a room for me. The guy who gave me the keys were extra polite and incredibly nice though he spoiled my mood right away saying they cannot exchange dollars for Czech Krauna, despite the fact on the internet web page it says they do. Read the rest of this entry »
Look what happens when you don’t have sense of humour, or maybe you do but not really a good timing for it. I am not sure if all the pranks are real here, I mean why would someone be scared from a picture on his screen..? And, it was filmed exactly at that moment? I tend to doubt it a little, but then again, there are plenty of wierdo’s out there, and you may never know! Read the rest of this entry »
Well… You did it, it was great, what now? Guys will say — time to visit the fridge and sleep, girls will say time to discuss our destiny and future. It’s not because you are different and don’t match as a couple, but because of you are of opposite gender. However, this does not mean you cannot find harmony. Watch this nice video with a lot of subtle humour and sarcasm for better understanding as to what should you do after intimacy.
VideoJug: How To Behave After Sex