élan

I have understood my attraction to you today. It was not the physique that much, youth, beauty (things old vampires love), but I must admit the way you move (especially when you laugh) is very unique and don’t ever change please.
I have seen and talked to a lot of attractive women over the past half a year. Got a little addicted to you though. Only you. It is bad. I quit you now but I just wanted to explain it to myself, this attraction, and I finally did.
We see women through the prism of experiences with our mothers. My mother was constantly laughing, joking, making people love her in a most natural, platonic way. She was also very beautiful. When I was a kid or teenager, all my buddies would envy me because of the mother, I had. Our house was always full of them. That was her spell over most men, any age really. She would always find ways to be liked and accepted, understood and understand others. Love and laughter – that’s my mothers’s sur le vivre. Half of my male teachers would hit on her or call her to school because of my behavior as an excuse, just to talk to her. She has never cheated on my father. She should have. He did.
And when I watched you – I have found a very similar soul in you, a very rare occurrence, gem (uninhabited? would be the word?). She had no father (murdered at the end of WW II by NKVD). She was one year old when that happened.  Loved men, trusted them like one would trust father. Needed them around. Never used them.
(too much). :).
I was attracted to your élan because I was brought to understand the world through hers, very similar. And it kept me alive since twenty one when I left her.
Took 60 dollars to look for someone like her in the world out there. It would be ten Earl Greys with a croissant at your place, each sip feeling like home. I am calling her now.
I need to talk to her. In the evening I have a dinner with a woman, who is like her sister. Very reserved. Complicated.
That sixty bucks I spent the first day in London and a Mexican gave me a ticket to a free dinner (the next day) at a Harri Krishna shrine.
It was kind of natural. I gave a lot of my precious 0 Rh-  blood when they had an Earthquake in Mexico. I almost went Harri Harri.
But then I found a job with a Russian Jew from Hollywood who was an interior designer (a famous one) and whole days we discussed movie scripts while making fools of Swiss and others, who were buying real estate in London. Too bad he was a cheap ass. We had some good ideas. What was the lesson of London? Accent doesn’t
matter – it is what you say. So I am not pissing my pants when I hear dudes from Brixton or Kensington Gardens speaking English, like most Americans do.
And I love Irish. It is all in my book about  you. Woman.
I hate writing.

Geldof will say the rest. I think he killed that guy from INXS (somehow). Women. Women. Got the idea for my first article on my Blog. (Instead of Magazines you can read it sometime).
“I AM RUNNING FOR US PRESIDENT TO SAVE TIME”.