11:35 PM, Milan.It’s been 8 hours and 50 minutes since I texted the American girl again, the girl I was crazy about.Two months and 27 days since her last message.Two months and 24 days since my last attempt to talk to her. Little? A lot? Time is fleeting or eternal, dense or sparse, depending on how intensely you live it.For me, these two months and 24 days felt like serving a full sentence...
Something strange happened to me tonight. I met a girl… and I was tense.While I was talking to her, I was tense.While we were having sex, I was tense (well, in this case… better!) :). And it’s strange, it’s been ages since I felt tense on a date.They all tell me: “You’re so calm, confident, self-assured.” All of them.And this time, instead… I was...
Sometimes acquaintances ask me about my lifestyle after seeing me with several girls 15-20 years younger than me. For many of them, it’s something strange, uncommon. I try to explain that it’s a natural and widespread thing. An opportunity to explore. Many people then dismiss it as a quirk of mine, or attribute it to some particular traits: “Yeah, but you have money...
Venezuelan Chica just got into the taxi heading to her home. She’s 18, with a voluptuous body seemingly designed for pleasure, a tender face, and the sweet gaze of a sincere soul. Full breasts, wide hips, a bit different from the hyper-fit girls I’ve been seeing lately. She doesn’t have the constructed, rarefied, and unavailable sensuality of the French Goddess, where every...
This is the second part of this post. It doesn’t make sense to read it if you haven’t read the previous one first. Go read the first part! It turns out the most powerful deity is… the God of TV Series. And this is the story of his revenge on me. All my life I’ve criticized romantic comedies. I’ve always considered them “sci-fi movies for desperate...
This is the story of that time when I was ready to renounce my entire world, abandon everything I had always believed in and professed, for a 21-year-old girl. I would have gladly traded everything for a life with her, my bisexual contortionist. I Called Her Slutty Baby That she was a Baby was evident from her appearance: petite, tiny, with a face that looked younger than her years. But that she...
I wait for her standing in front of the restaurant, a high-end Japanese place specializing in meat dishes. Here comes the taxi. Through the windows, I catch a glimpse of her silhouette. She adjusts herself with the confidence of a diva about to take the stage at La Scala. Meanwhile, the taxi driver leans forward.He looks for my gaze.His face is flushed, eyes bulging.He gives me a dazed smile.And...
(To read the stories, go back to the homepage and scroll down) What is this Blog? Just… A Man! It’s my story: a man on the brink of 40 who, after spending 20 years with one woman, realized that wasn’t his path. So he revolutionizes his life. He leaves her, even though she’s amazing, to freely explore uncharted ways of living relationships. He sacrifices comfort, affection...
