Girls girls girls part 1. !!

there are Principles that i have followed all my life. Embedded deep inside my head they are almost tough to let go of. One of them is the backtrack. I go around meeting new people and fucking everyone in town once i find someone worthwhile, someone worth keeping. it helps me put things in perspective especially about if i really like that person or not. fucked up thinking but well it has worked. If you can;t get on the train coz you are afraid of dirtying your shoes then the train is gonna leave baby. it;s the filter. Uv25000. It wasn't much of surprise when irish girl turned up drunk at my house. I expected her to do it on her last week in india. she just broke up with her boyfriend and she had to turn up at my house. I saw her car and flash of her bag and held the door open by the time she walked up the stairs to my apartment. she hugged me and held me for 30 seconds. when friends fail you, you seek solace in merciful strangers. she suggested we drive down to the city of osho and seek peace. Right !! 'allright' i said and wore my slippers and sat in her car. Now irish girl is a special nutcase. she;s tall shes thin lean mean. knows multiple forms of martial arts and is a natural redhead. So i had a full on kill bill goin on. The faster she drives the faster she talks. I swear i didn't speak a word for 3 hours at least. We were drinking and we were driving on the highway. It was just 5 am. as mr.saul hudson once said 'it's five o clock somewhere'.

Last three times i went, have hated the city of osho. Too much trobule it is. and i have romanced the shit outta this city. I really used to liek it once upon a time. But here i am sleepless, alchoholised, food less shopping around with a redhead irish girl. This city is pretty psuedo. i fucking feel like shooting the pseudo book discussers hounding the Cafe coffe's. WTF.

irish girl obviously likes me. she's half a decade elder to me and maybe i am just a rebound for her. she spend the whole evening talking about sex and the tantra positions. this was the one good thing of the trip. the crash course in tantra sex. I swear i never knew these things were possible. i knew during the trip would come a moment when the sexual tension would burst out of her. where i would honestly contemplate squirting every little bit of the orgasm out of her. Little was i to know that i would be saved by the one person i diss the most. i think in the past i have written about the gorgeousrich girl. maybe i should call her gorgeousrich stalker. She always manages to find where i am at. but this time it was ME who managed to find her. Irish girl was steps away from my dick which was when my eyes spotted gorgrichstalker. i swear i have never been so happy to see here all i had to do was invite her over and she and her bubbley self would demolish any damn state anyone else was in. you could be in your horniest uber romantic self, but ten minutes with this girl and her talks of shopping around the world could make you the fucking dalai lama. end result : irish girl spent the drive back rather quite. I still am very fond of her, but well the only way i'll be attracted to her will be post a LOT of irish-isation, if you know what i mean.

I believe that beauty is everywhere. You walk into any good club in the city on a weekend and you will see tons of gorgeous girls. But what i really can't seem to find is a person with an awesome personality. a funny, smart, kind, intuitive girl. I don;t know about other men but i meet more average living-in-a-glass-prism girls than i;d like to. But i guess it;s a part of the story. You have to go through a lot of trash to find the hidden gem. Still it irks me a lot. this was when i met the reallyfunny girl. she's one of those girls whose incredibly funny, has never been in a relationship coz she;s way too happy with her own life. She doesn;t wear makeup and is adorable. I virtually spend 2 hours chatting with her. She laughed at all my jokes (it takes some brains to decipher my cryptic sarcasm) and i can see that she's obviously attracted but she;s too inexperienced to ever know what to do in these situations. she's the kind of girl you wanna get cosy with. But i know i won;t. She's far too innocent and the last thing she wants is a guy like me to be in love with. and well i already had other things in my head. gorgeousrichstalker was in my house afew days post osho. she didn;t even have my address i don;t know how she finds these things. As usual she turns up with shit loads of presents. she came to know i had a new house and she baught curtains cushions wall clocks etc etc etc and turned up at my house. she does this all

tha time. she tries to buy my affection. This woman is singlehandedly responsible for screwing up two rather intense relationships i was involved in. but i feel bad for her. Sometimes i think i am all she has. disfunctional family affairs have left her scarred. I care about her but her acts sometimes get me in a fix. so here she is and just like always i gave all the stuff back. it doesn;t feel right. but i liked one of those curtains so damn much. she has this way of getting you hot and bothered. she's belissima and unfortunately rather good in bed. Here i am on a chosen path of no sex and i have this woman with her devilishly angelic face sitting next to me. i don;t know when is this gonna end. I sometimes think this will go on forever. She will always keep appearing like this and screwing up my relationships maybe. Maybe i should just fuck. I mean the last time we did it was gazilliant !i am a face guy and she knows it. and she also knows how to make the best of the faces. fuck me running ! if it wasn;t for a phone call of lovely friend we'd be sweating it out in my master bedroom. I swear this bedroom is a bit jinxed. Since i have moved in a lot of girls have come in but none have got to see it yet. the last key of the chain hasn;t been joined yet. it;s ironical. it's as if fate somehow interjects the moment a girl is about to step into my bedroom and lose her clothes. i swear it;s spooky how it happens. anyways this is just one blog post. i have so much more to document. i don;t even know where to start. I am travelling more than i'd like and i have a hunch that the next few weeks are going to be interesting. I think this is how it will be. always. the girls and the vagabondism. i really thought i had found a muse you know.