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I came back after more a month, with lots of news!

1. as always, the sea was more than satisfactory, even if living with Marta has proved 'a bit difficult sometimes, "I've had for a month in a row, every day and every hour possible imaginable, the company of my old friends had not seen for months and not-forget-Nico, who was a slap hubby. Badpieces's Home (our apartment) has become a bit 'lair, a little' the brothel and a little 'hotel-restaurant in the whole band: from spaghetti, pizza, buckets of water from the terrace, toys, alcohol, music until late at night and chat all together until the early morning, spread out in every available corner soft. Cayman has been the meeting point of our day and, as usual, we've got the sun, we ate ice cream, we had swimming in the sea and the water balloon. Angola is the Coffee became our meeting point at night and Nigoula our favorite bartender, because every night we gave more or less a comedy of pastes with 25 and pulled out pearls of wisdom such as "water does not deny anyone !"... As always, however, the month has flown by and the sea, at the end of our days \\ nights, there is a long winter and must pass quickly.
2. I started college: I enrolled in economics, at "management", although the possibility that there is more materialistic, and I-say-I have a mind a bit 'more humanistic and creative. but the choice was made for two reasons: firstly, if I were commuting for five years I gave up halfway through the first year, but economy is based in 10 minutes by bike from my home and branch (which is held largely of my lectures), 2 minutes, so I figured that, beginning lessons at 9 am, I may very well wake up at 8:40 (yeah!) and furthermore we can also say that the faculties which I was interested before thinking about economy were all with the test and, removing science training (for teachers is not a large period), I'd never managed to get a pharmacy or speech therapy, for which the economy seemed to me that I will give universities more outlets in the world of work after finishing the course. (TALK BUT HOW? FORBO LANGUAGE THAT!)
3. I saw one who had devoted the last post and we will call simply Muffin, for privacy reasons and because I want to go unnoticed. eh okay, I said, I met him, after like 6 months not seen him at the Mocambo, waiting for Nico who was surfing. the scene was more or less like this:

Martha -oh Julie, look, there *.

I sibiland o: -yes, I know, I've seen, just ignore it.

Martha -why? do not say hello?

I: -but do you think? I hope I do not see.

Martha -quiet do not see you, see that she's leaving!

I: -ah well, well, perfect. greetings, hello.

Muffin goes away and I start to think about writing a message, just to remind me that I am a loser, as a bit 'none gave evidence. I write in the evening I saw him and he replied that I should greet him, tell him that it was too far away from me and I can not see well and did not seem to put the case to shout a greeting, by .. . writes me that he is bored all day in the pool where he works and I can not say more, for tirarmela a bit '.

the next day, step-by-case front of the hotel where she works-and looks a bit '! - He sees me from the pool terrace and invites me for a chat and a drink. I go up and talk for an hour, of this and that: In view of recent Q & A I did not think it would be a blockbuster, but it went better than expected, because after we parted saying we would see and he even made some great compliments about my appearance .

from that day, or almost three weeks ago, we heard a few times and I told him that I went to greet him, but I've never done, I do not know why.

MORAL OF THE STORY: that day I found the beach in front of me had a strange effect, a kind of heartbeat as when we had just met, but after that We exchanged a few messages it was down and when we met again in the pool, apart from a first initial embarrassment, it was all quiet and natural. not deny that sometimes I think of him yet, but I am far from desiring the same. now I'm head over heels into a story much more important and far more beautiful and, as it may seem hypocritical and autoconvincitrice, Muffin I do not care what I care Nico, so it's a closed chapter by the sentimental point of view.