Walpurgis night

So...

I could make a long story of how and when it all exactly happened but who really cares. I have a boyfriend now. And he's wonderful.

That's what withes' night is for, I guess: magic happens.

A monday to look back at

How often does the thought of monday make you smile?

I'm wagering; not very often if at all. It is much the same for me but then came along yesterday. Not only have I acquired the mobile telephone number of my most recent crush, we'll be meeting over ice cream later today.

*sigh*

First Impressions

It's nothing serious, rest assured that my heart is in no danger of any hurt you might imagine befalling one in love. I'm not in love. But it isn't so very often a guy makes an impression this lasting in just a few hours.

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age
name
reads thrillers

0
accent
general geographical location

+
well-groomed
strong hands (with clean fingernails)
plays a teamsport that isn't football
actually has a zombie apocalyps plan

 

Crush- part 7 billion

It seems to me a truth, universally acknowledged that all handsome men most be gay or long-term commited and very often both. Still can't help liking this guy though.

Naughty

That's how I feel. And naucious too but I don't think the feelings are related. And I don't neccesarily mean anything in the bedroom area when I say 'naughty' but I would not express this so strongly as to say that any willing man might not be stripped of his clothes rather quickly should aforementioned willing man find himself in my most immediate vicinity.

Why am I telling you this?

No real reason, just making sure that the home town lover I (would like to) have, knows whom he will answer to when I make it back. And also because everybody seems to expect sex talk from me all of a sudden. Since when have I been the expert?

Chicken in beersauce

Some of you may be hoping for a recipe. And you will get one, a very basic one but still, others may hope for a detailed review of my evening, and yet others may wonder if I really couldn't find a better picture of either beer or a chicken. But first things first.


Recipe 'Poultry in beer'

- 1 large chicken in parts
- 1 unit of you favourite dark or ombre beer
- 3 or 4 onions
- three large tablespoons of onion marmelade
- thick slice of butter
- spoon of soy sauce
- pinch of cinnamon
- pinch of rosemary


1) Melt butter in sufficiently big pot.
2) Chop onions coarsely and fry shortly.
3) Temper heat and add chicken to pot.
4) Add all seasoning and a cup of water.
5) Leave on stove for about an hour.
6) Add beer an broil for another half hour.
7) Ready to serve! Will feed four very hungry people.




How did it all go? I suppose some akwardness is nothing out of the ordinary when you invite people you don't really know that well. But I had quite a pleasant evening, learning probably almost everything I'll ever remember about HDR photography, watching what my visitor has described as 'the Human Zoo', showing my drawings (by request, I'm not that fond of my own work yet) and giving up my evening walk. Plus, though I did not get any flowers I was not left empty-handed.

2/5

Apparently, in every relationship there comes a point were you and your partner sit togeter and make a list of which celebrity you can sleep with, sould the opportunity come, without te other making a fuss/ fight.

I have now after three days of consideration 2 men I might consider. Enjoy!





And just for the record, I'm not talking about wat is considered the male part of Brangelina.

El Tango de Roxanne

I may have posted this clip once or twice before, but I thinkgirls should be allowed to dream. And I do, most of the time.

The Sweater: How it began

Many questions have been asked and -I fear- will be asked. So I will here relate the story in full (or as full as I want it generally known).

Sometime during october last, the most recent addition to our bunch of house occupiers welcomed in one of his (many) brothers at climbing ropes. A very love-to-cuddle looking member of the male species too. I did not see this person again untill late february-march, considering aforementioned house mate's absence for nearly four months, this is not so very surprising. Come march however this fine young man was invited for dinner, seemed to like it and was invited again and again. Some weeks back I suggested, he cook for me sometime. About two weeks ago as I was seeking shelter from rain in the library, this person hit me on the head with a book. Naturally I was not so amused- or so I would like you to believe, actually I quite like being hit on the head by handsome men. He whom we speak of however was still aware of the dinner invitation he owed me which works greatly in his favour. He spoke of arranging a date in the summer months, but lo! a mere two days later came an invitation for a bbq the following week, that being wednesday last. We chatted, we laughed, we ate, we played risk and when we took leave (i.e. were kicked out because the host wanted sleepy time) I was offered a sweater so I would not be cold on the way home.

And that's the story in it's entirety, no more question please.

Nearly

I nearly cycled into a fellow bipedalist this evening. I also nearly bumped into a car. I nearly got in at the annual FK Samba de Janeiro Party. And I nearly threw myself at the feet of a man very likely twice my age. But what a handsome charismatic man. Had I been ten years older I would have thrown myself at his feet naked.

Keanu Reeves

It's been too long since I've posted some eye candy. By lack of a picture of a really really really handsome man, here's a somewhat better one of Keanu Reeves.

More boy joy

Earlier this week it was posed that even I most know of some use for men. If the former post was not the answer the inquisitive soul was looking for, maybe it will please him to know that I think they're great for cuddling too.

I have a bike (continued)

Three days of adaptation and my reflexes resemble those of a native.

Read: I don't brake for cars I expect them to slow down for me. I don't care about red lights or police vehicles, my only bosses are seven point five ton trucks. I have a right to sneer at pedestrians and motorcyclists alike. I don't need to get up early, I can cycle anywhere and going home for lunch isn't a complete waste of time. Hills were probably made for cycling down but nonetheless it's fun to overtake old ladies while riding uphill.

I so love my bike. Almost as much as I love my newest house mate. Almost. It's pretty hard to find a man so tea-knowledgeable whereas you can find a bike pretty much everywhere.

A lunchbreak with youtube

I'm bored and then these things happen.

Dead Sexy

Upon suggestion of my elder sister. Why not post some eye candy that has passed on to the next world?!

Lessons from Google Analytics

Google Analytics teaches me that 76,04% of people that found this blog after a Google Search were looking for 'Fixkes'. I find this rather curious as my last post that had anything to do with the group dates from about a month ago. However as this gives me motive for a new blogpost, the excuse for a picture and the opportunity of swooning over the lead singer's beautiful eyes, I'm not complaining. Anyway as I don't want to disappoint the people on a quest; a click on the picture will take anybody interested to their site.

When love and death embrace

Solely for the benefit of my most trusted adviser aka the White Princess. Which she cannot fail to appreciate because of course there's Ville Valo.

Sam Valkenborgh

Simply my latest celebrity crush. I just hope I spelled his name right. I'm too lazy to check.

Eye Candy (as promised)

He's been put up here before, but when making men the least of my priorities, he'll do.

Jamie Bamber

My love coach cannot but agree that it's high time for a new 'crush' pic. And don't you think this guy looks damn good? Not my type but eye candy just the same.