blast

lacking hours of sleep, we walk in the sunshine, taking photos, talking girly language. we always find time to meet - touching velvet jackets, complimenting new dresses, walking barefoot when heels get overwhelming. they call us sex and the city girls, a younger version. i like it as much as i like getting into intellectual debates. but, thats not the point. not now.

i let the breeze play with my sweaty hair. someone makes a wish for all weekends to be this long. i let this idea go thinking that all weve done was party - lots of dancing, drinking and sobering up, talking to the strangers, being the craziest group every place we entered, attracting all the attention. breakfast after sunrise - after all bars close - and the excitement from being together like this would wear out - so i let the idea of long weekends go. 

m. kisses my hair, then my forehead. it is so different than the passion of the last night. i let the idea of possible dating go. 

the after-rain breeze plays with my hair, dries his forehead. i let all these ideas go, say bye to my sex-and-the-city co-stars, and head home to get some good amount of sleep. 

i will find a match for you

out with girls. im holding her hand - pretty successful way how to keep all drunks or too-much-confidence guys out of the way. it has become annoying. decided to leave, i bump into a former employee of mine. tall, handsome, dark. she likes these types of boys, i know. they contrast with her blond hair, pretty face, model-like body. 

kisses on the cheeks, we get closer than the manager-employee relationship has ever allowed us. 

-did you sleep with him? she surprises me

-no.

-you never dated him? 

-no. he worked under me! 

-then you should. hes hot

-eh, im leaving anyway. ill give you a contact on him thou!

-i dont chase guys

im writing a message to him - how much she liked him - i like the idea of making people happy. 

"shes cute, but youre FINE"

and, my match finding efforts were over

men-izer

walking in, i pass by a group of smokers. i see their heads turning my way in the reflection of the glass door. hm. good to know guys like retro tops, jeans, heals, and red lips. i wouldnt guess, if you asked me.

he talks. A LOT. good. i do not need to say much - and, he is doing good, quite funny. dangerously sweet martini, bar dinner, black-hawks game in the background. he sends a message hoping for my drive to be short. 

i walk in for a dinner. eyes stay at me for a little longer. good to find out men enjoy curly hair, short dresses, cute sandals. 

i still need to learn a lot.

ponahlaj sa, maj, ponahlaj

no a co, ze bol prvy maj! ceresne uz aj tak odkvitli. 

vsetko je fajn. dni by sa mali trosku viac poponahlat, tesim sa na septembrove noci v parizi a jar v barcelone. predstavujem si cestu napriec ruskom a dobrodruzstva v letnej cine. moje ciele su hmotnejsie, uz si ich len odfukujem ako oblaciky. nech este pockaju chvilocku, je maj, nech sa len ponahla, hes, hes.

vychutnavam si kazdu minutu chicaga. prechadzky mestom, hustu hmlu, slnecne popoludnia, nocne blues v malinkom podniku. chlapcov, ktori mi ukazu, co ich nadchyna, kde su najradsej. ukazu mi kusok svojho sveta. skvele jedlo, sladke martini, labutie jazera, vystavy moderneho umenia. pobozkame sa, slubim, ze sa zanedlho stretneme. viac slubit nemozem.

chcela by som tu nechat srdce, a potom sa pon vratit. tak velmi by som chcela. 

bozkavacky na chodniku, menia sa svetla. cervena, zelena, ojedineli chodci, preficia vlaky, tulipany odkvitaju, aj z ceresni uz odfuklo lupene. pada hmla.

a ja ti viac slubit nemozem.

musim bezat

remember me

this new boy i just met talks about thai food. i smile, forcing myself to share his enthusiasm. sorry, someone created an emotional connection to thai food in my brain before you. and, its too fresh to just smile when recalling. 

i have millions of emotional connections

please, 

do not have a water bed

please, do not dance with me on its my life remix version

oh, and dont have anything to do with intellectual property

really? you have an english bulldog?

this little wine bar is not the best place to meet 

i cant go to ikea with you

or... taking a walk in three feet of snow is not a good idea

then you wonder whats happened to me... nothing, us -women-, most likely, say.

its just...

you will be a part of my life

i remember you