{"id":2156,"date":"2023-08-28T16:23:45","date_gmt":"2023-08-28T15:23:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/senza-categoria\/blue-tornado-the-right-tornado-at-the-wrong-time\/"},"modified":"2026-04-10T01:48:52","modified_gmt":"2026-04-10T00:48:52","slug":"blue-tornado-the-right-tornado-at-the-wrong-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/en\/blue-tornado-the-right-tornado-at-the-wrong-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Blue Tornado: the Right Tornado at the Wrong Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style='text-align:center' class='yasr-auto-insert-visitor'><!--Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><div id='yasr_visitor_votes_c6582532a256a' class='yasr-visitor-votes'><div class=\"yasr-custom-text-vv-before yasr-custom-text-vv-before-2156\">Click to rate this post!<\/div><div id='yasr-vv-second-row-container-c6582532a256a'\r\n                                        class='yasr-vv-second-row-container'><div id='yasr-visitor-votes-rater-c6582532a256a'\r\n                                      class='yasr-rater-stars-vv'\r\n                                      data-rater-postid='2156'\r\n                                      data-rating='0'\r\n                                      data-rater-starsize='24'\r\n                                      data-rater-readonly='false'\r\n                                      data-rater-nonce='57493fa7f2'\r\n                                      data-issingular='false'\r\n                                    ><\/div><div class=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container\" id=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container-c6582532a256a\"><svg xmlns=\"https:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"20\" height=\"20\"\r\n                                   class=\"yasr-dashicons-visitor-stats\"\r\n                                   data-postid=\"2156\"\r\n                                   id=\"yasr-stats-dashicon-c6582532a256a\">\r\n                                   <path d=\"M18 18v-16h-4v16h4zM12 18v-11h-4v11h4zM6 18v-8h-4v8h4z\"><\/path>\r\n                               <\/svg><span id=\"yasr-vv-text-container-c6582532a256a\" class=\"yasr-vv-text-container\">[Total: <span id=\"yasr-vv-votes-number-container-c6582532a256a\">0<\/span>  Average: <span id=\"yasr-vv-average-container-c6582532a256a\">0<\/span>]<\/span><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-loader-c6582532a256a' class='yasr-vv-container-loader'><\/div><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-bottom-container-c6582532a256a'\r\n                              class='yasr-vv-bottom-container'\r\n                              style='display:none'><\/div><\/div><!--End Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><\/div><div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"657\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-657x1024.png\" alt=\"Illustration of Blue Tornado - story cover\" class=\"wp-image-3915\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-657x1024.png 657w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-193x300.png 193w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-768x1196.png 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-986x1536.png 986w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-1315x2048.png 1315w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-720x1122.png 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-580x903.png 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-320x498.png 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-1320x2056.png 1320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Gemini_Generated_Image_pa4zf3pa4zf3pa4z-scaled.png 1643w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 657px) 100vw, 657px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>SUMMER 2023. I&#8217;d like to kiss her. But I haven&#8217;t washed for a week, except with seawater. I&#8217;m sweaty from dragging the huge suitcase I used on the sailboat under the sun. I had onions for lunch. In short, I&#8217;m in the worst condition to kiss her.     <\/p>\n\n<p>I&#8217;ve just entered the hotel room. She&#8217;s there, buzzing around the private pool of my room, swaying her hips, swinging that seductive butt left and right like a naughty child, happy for daddy&#8217;s return. I&#8217;m seeing her in person for the first time, after a few days of texting, lots of voice messages, and some videos. She lives in a cold European capital, but decided to take a flight and join me in Corfu for 4 days together.   <\/p>\n\n<p>She trots towards me, I kiss her on the cheek and&#8230; throw her in the pool. Then I help her up and&#8230; back in the pool. And so on, until we jump in together. I don&#8217;t know why I did it, but with her I can&#8217;t help being physical. You know, touching people is my way of understanding them. But with her, my need for contact is at its peak. While we&#8217;re in the water, I put my hands on her hips, caress her legs. &#8220;May I?&#8221; I ask, as my hands glide over her heavenly ass, firm and soft at the same time. She &#8211; aware of her worth &#8211; allows it&#8230; but I had already done it: never ask questions you don&#8217;t already know the answer to.        <\/p>\n\n<p>She&#8217;s excited, you can tell. And I am too. <em>I don&#8217;t understand why I like her so much<\/em>. There&#8217;s a hint of embarrassment, counterbalanced by the excitement of touching her. It&#8217;s been 4 endless minutes, I can&#8217;t not kiss her, who cares about bad breath. The first kiss is a distracted pressing of lips, between one conversation and another. And then, shortly after, more tender little kisses until the arrival of the tongue: capricious, childish, a cheerful and bouncy little snake.     <\/p>\n\n<p>We talk. Fuck, how much we talk. At the speed of light. Opening 4 conversations simultaneously. We devour information about each other with the same frenzy as those Americans who compete to see who can eat the most hamburgers in 5 minutes. We could spend these 4 days in this pool, just talking, trying to discover everything about each other. But she&#8217;s shivering: we&#8217;re in the shade, the water is cold. I invite her to get out, I get her a towel, we sit on the lounger. I keep caressing her; contact with her calms me, soothes me, hardens me like ice-cold water on iron to be tempered.        <\/p>\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Portrait of a Tornado<\/h2>\n\n<p>Let me describe her to you, retrieving a note I took 3 days later, secretly observing her while we waited for yet another hotel room in Corfu to be prepared.<\/p>\n\n<p><em>She&#8217;s<\/em> tiny, petite but muscular; she calls herself my &#8220;portable English translator&#8221;. She&#8217;s blonde, but dyes her hair black, which I find much more appropriate for her personality. <em> Her dark hair contrasts with the deep blue of her eyes. God, what eyes!  <\/em><\/p>\n\n<p><em>All elements coexist in her, both physical and character-wise.<\/em> Her gaze is deep as an ocean (water), clear as a sky. It gives me a great sense of air and freedom, like the endless expanses of a continent to explore. And damn, do I want to explore it! Like wild vines at the edges of an alpine lake, green veins radiate through her sky-blue iris, like growing roots (earth). She&#8217;s like that in character too: free as air, she changes cities with the same frequency that slob of a brother of mine changes his socks (every two years). She&#8217;s deep as the ocean, she&#8217;s 29 but\u2014listening to her stories\u2014she seems to have lived 92. And in her constant movement with the intensity of a tornado, she manages to stay rooted to her family, her friends. She takes care of everyone, pays for everyone: trips, gifts, help. A little Berlusconi       <em> of ours condemned to remain penniless by a very generous heart. Deep down, she secretly hopes that &#8211; sooner or later &#8211; someone will pay for her, just to express love in the language she knows.  <\/em><\/p>\n\n<p><em>And the <strong>fire<\/strong>? There&#8217;s no <\/em> trace in her gaze, too kind, but it&#8217;s everywhere on her skin. This little mischievous creature is covered in tattoos. For each one she has a story, sometimes even a love story with the tattoo artist\u2014man or woman\u2014who created it. Hmm, I should learn to tattoo, forget the blog! The second thing that strikes me most about Blue Tornado is the intensity with which she lives. <span style=\"box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;\">The first, instead,<\/span> is her kindness.   <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/media.giphy.com\/media\/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExdmZxOHJhN2dzZjNlanU4ZGt2d2drdXIxcThpdHlud3N4MzZhdDF4YiZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw\/VFBoK9nwMwo2eXZD0q\/giphy.gif\" alt=\"Image from the Blue Tornado story\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Tattoos everywhere<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p><br\/><span style=\"color: #2e00fa;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Blue Tornado<\/span> is in constant motion, arches that butt and shakes it left and right, contorts while talking. And she contorts even more when I touch her where manners require, with awkward and unnatural movements that often make me fear I&#8217;ve got the touch, the intensity, or the moment wrong&#8230; &#8220;<em>you&#8217;re not wrong, I enjoy it like this<\/em>,&#8221; she reassures me. <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-default\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/media.giphy.com\/media\/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExMHg1dzBrc2QxdGFyaGU4ZDh2eHB3c2hwa2tjcDRhc2xmbDJsZzBvcCZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw\/cOEHZYZ9l2H182HQbY\/giphy.gif\" alt=\"Image from the Blue Tornado story\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Typical reaction of those who live near Blue Tornado<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>She&#8217;s aware of her appeal, but without that inflated doll attitude typical of many Instagram girls. She&#8217;s more of a naughty and seductive child who, with false naivety, provokes and strikes those around her.  <br\/><span style=\"color: #2e00fa;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Blue Tornado<\/span> smells of kindness, sweetness, and love. She&#8217;s super cuddly like me. She&#8217;s the cure for my ailment of having loved too much, of having emptied myself like a leaky bottle.  <\/p>\n\n<p>Anyway, sorry, I got lost. Let&#8217;s get back to our first meeting, poolside. She lies down next to me.   I look at her. I confess to her: &#8220;I don&#8217;t know why I like you so much! I don&#8217;t understand it. I just know it&#8217;s going to end badly. Very, very badly for me!&#8221; She laughs, happy, kisses me and tells me she&#8217;s into me too. Basically, despite being 71 years old between us, we&#8217;re two teenagers.  <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"765\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-1024x765.png\" alt=\"Second illustration of Blue Tornado\" class=\"wp-image-4414\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-1024x765.png 1024w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-300x224.png 300w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-768x573.png 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-1536x1147.png 1536w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-2048x1529.png 2048w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-1920x1434.png 1920w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-720x538.png 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-580x433.png 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-320x239.png 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_8cpjvf8cpjvf8cpj-1320x986.png 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>I thought about using her real name instead of a nickname, for the first time in this blog&#8217;s history. <span style=\"box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;\">No <em>sweet-tits<\/em>, no French Goddess\u2014just the name her father gave her.<\/span> I don&#8217;t want her to be just another character in a blog story. She&#8217;s not an archetype, a moral tale to embellish or joke about. She&#8217;s a person I connected with intimately, at a time when I needed it most. A person who cared for me and took care of me, just as I took care of her. A person who might disappear, leaving only a memory. But let that memory carry her real name, for heaven&#8217;s sake!     <br\/>But no, she prefers a nickname. And nickname it shall be. <\/p>\n\n<p>This fact that everything ends, I can&#8217;t stand it. Like with my ex, two and a half super intense years. Swept away by a gust of wind. As we were breaking up, I asked her: &#8220;What will we be tomorrow?&#8221; And she replied: &#8220;everything and nothing. We&#8217;ll be everything and nothing&#8221;.    <\/p>\n\n<p>You give your life for something. And the next day it&#8217;s gone. What&#8217;s the point of loving, then? Or maybe that&#8217;s why it makes sense to love, to leave a sweet aftertaste of figs and honey to the cold and inexorable devouring of death. Death, I know you&#8217;ll win in the end, but until then I&#8217;ll fight you with the intensity of my experiences.    <\/p>\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">The poolside exorcism<\/h2>\n\n<p>And how to exorcise death if not with a blowjob? We&#8217;re on the veranda, poolside, clearly visible to anyone on their room&#8217;s balcony. I undress her. She&#8217;s embarrassed (not an exhibitionist). I position her to be more visible, enjoying her embarrassment, I start touching her, she reciprocates, takes my dick and sucks.     <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/media.giphy.com\/media\/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExN3NucW02dmExdGZwb2poOWxtcWlneDQ4dDFscnRlbmMzZDRmaGcxdCZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw\/7oKcgYf9WBGtW\/giphy.gif\" alt=\"Image from the Blue Tornado story\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">The bottle represents me after a week on the boat<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>She&#8217;s an excellent sucker, I like how she uses her mouth and hands, even more how she moves and positions her body while she&#8217;s engaged in the noble art. I like to peek at her little butt, which I&#8217;m falling in love with. I&#8217;m charged up from a week of total abstinence from sailing. Later, on the bed, I&#8217;ll fill her up properly, fully, feeling totally at home, in a nice moment of connection. She has a very cute pussy, which opens like a rose, a pleasure to explore.    <\/p>\n\n<p>In bed, she&#8217;s good; I don&#8217;t feel at my best. Outside the moment when I fill her up, I&#8217;m a shadow of myself. I&#8217;m fresh from a breakup; I need cuddles more than sex. Normally I crave sex as the peak moment of getting to know\/dating someone, totally selfish. This time I was doing it more for her, to tell her I liked her. Too bad, because she&#8217;s great and I hope I can soon lose myself in her, honoring her <em>submissive<\/em> nature.     <\/p>\n\n<p>Shower, aperitif in bathrobes and off we rush to the city, to the end-of-cruise dinner with my sailing companions. We&#8217;re beautiful, radiant, the understanding is at its peak. I introduce her to the two girls from the boat next door and they can&#8217;t help but ask &#8220;Are you friends?&#8221; We look at each other, I ask her: &#8220;Are we friends?&#8221; We laugh, embarrassed, like two little kids. The other friend, icy, with a Cruella De Vil expression, declares &#8220;Well, it&#8217;s obvious that you&#8217;re more than friends&#8221;. And so be it.      <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/media.giphy.com\/media\/3M9zfj8SYkwODLzPzO\/giphy.gif\" alt=\"Image from the Blue Tornado story\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Here&#8217;s what they would have liked to do to Blue Tornado<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Albania: Blue Eye and Gjirokast\u00ebr<\/h2>\n\n<p>The next day we leave Corfu and head for Albania. We manage to miss the hydrofoil, illegally board another one, risk losing the car reservation due to a booking error. In short, there&#8217;s no shortage of unexpected events. But she&#8217;s supportive, helps, calls, translates, solves. I&#8217;m happy to be with her and not with the many ditzy and whiny princesses who want everything perfect.    <\/p>\n\n<p>We set off to visit the Blue Eye (in Albanian &#8220;Syri i Kalter&#8221;), a natural spring with <strong>crystal clear waters<\/strong> &#8211; thanks also to the pure white of the limestone rocks &#8211; that bubble up from the depths at over 50 meters, in a forest of oaks and sycamores. Which said like that sounds super cool, but instead the view is obscured by a crowd of Italians attracted by the promise &#8211; unfulfilled &#8211; of low prices. <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"769\" height=\"769\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/blue-eye-of-theth.jpg\" alt=\"Souvenir photo with Blue Tornado\" class=\"wp-image-1867\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/blue-eye-of-theth.jpg 769w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/blue-eye-of-theth-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/blue-eye-of-theth-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/blue-eye-of-theth-720x720.jpg 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/blue-eye-of-theth-580x580.jpg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/blue-eye-of-theth-320x320.jpg 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 769px) 100vw, 769px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">the Blue Eye<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>We continue to Gjirokast\u00ebr, a lovely little UNESCO heritage town, with an important antediluvian castle. I take a thousand photos of her. Day by day I see her more and more smiling, with a more open and happy look. This trip to Albania is doing her good.   <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"536\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Castello-di-Argirocastro-Attrazioni-turistiche-in-Albania-1024x536.jpg\" alt=\"Moment captured with Blue Tornado\" class=\"wp-image-1869\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Castello-di-Argirocastro-Attrazioni-turistiche-in-Albania-1024x536.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Castello-di-Argirocastro-Attrazioni-turistiche-in-Albania-300x157.jpg 300w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Castello-di-Argirocastro-Attrazioni-turistiche-in-Albania-768x402.jpg 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Castello-di-Argirocastro-Attrazioni-turistiche-in-Albania-720x377.jpg 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Castello-di-Argirocastro-Attrazioni-turistiche-in-Albania-580x304.jpg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Castello-di-Argirocastro-Attrazioni-turistiche-in-Albania-320x167.jpg 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Castello-di-Argirocastro-Attrazioni-turistiche-in-Albania.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">The castle of Gjirokast\u00ebr<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>Here she confesses the secret to managing her and getting her back if she gets angry: feed her. Every two hours her mouth must be full and never, I say &#8220;never!&#8221;, allow her to be hungry: she would turn into an angry Gremlin.  <\/p>\n\n<p>This information will be very useful on the last day, as you&#8217;ll see.<\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-default\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/media.giphy.com\/media\/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExY282aDA2YzZyMXRhbHY5ZG1nb3VjejJ5NHppM2Ywa2tncjNjcHRrMSZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw\/DITaUdrnjzw4g\/giphy.gif\" alt=\"Image from the Blue Tornado story\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Here she is (blonde version) every 2 hours<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>We finish the tour and return to Saranda, our base. <\/p>\n\n<p>We&#8217;re tired, finally in the hotel, it&#8217;s 8:00 PM, come on, this time we&#8217;ll go to bed early!<\/p>\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Two in the morning, eyes in the dark<\/h2>\n\n<p>But no, we talk, talk, until 2 in the morning. She tells me about how she lives, how she takes care of the people she cares about, how she tries to protect and defend everyone, how she always demands more from herself. <\/p>\n\n<p>I sense a pattern that I know well, being partly mine too. It&#8217;s something I&#8217;ve worked on, of which I know the consequences well: inability to relax, need to push, to always give more, risk of being used, etc. <\/p>\n\n<p>I use Filippo&#8217;s <a href=\"https:\/\/filnik.com\/2022\/05\/22\/riprogrammazione-mentale-teoria-degli-scenari\/\" data-type=\"URL\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Theory of Scenarios\u2122<\/a>, a dear friend of mine who has developed an innovative framework that could cure part of humanity&#8217;s ills, but he prefers to be a programmer and be treated badly by Polish colleagues&#8230; so only 3 of us know this method.<br\/>Oversimplifying, to be totally functional you need to be fluid like water, adapting yourself to every scenario. If just thinking about a situation upsets you, meaning it generates a strong emotional reaction, this limits your ability to operate functionally. For example, I remained stuck in a finished marriage for many years, unable to leave my wife, because I couldn&#8217;t conceive of hurting someone I cared about. Which has certainly generated more pain and problems. The mere idea made me feel bad, arousing a strong emotion.   I wasn&#8217;t free to choose that path.<br\/>Later, during the first few months of the relationship with my long-term ex, I wasn&#8217;t able to really give her a hard time when she pulled her bullshit. The lack of corrective behavior didn&#8217;t give my girlfriend the right motivation to evolve and created problems in our relationship.  <br\/>Unlocking a scenario means emptying it of emotions, making it acceptable. In this case, through fairly extreme and macabre visualizations, I unlocked this scenario, eliminating any negative emotion. From that moment on I had no problem throwing my long-term ex out of the house whenever she messed up big time.  <\/p>\n\n<p>Going back to <span style=\"color: #2e00fa;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Blue Tornado<\/span>, I practice a <em>scenario reintegration<\/em> with her. That is, very simply, I show her all the positive aspects of the situation she&#8217;s avoiding (e.g. Simple and banal: &#8220;If you keep always defending your brother, he will never be able to become a man. Not helping him means putting him in a position to develop the ability to defend himself and know how to face life better than having you protect him&#8221;). As I talk to her, her face changes, her expression transforms. A block is nothing but a series of energies and emotions that, instead of flowing freely, are knotted to prevent that situation from occurring. Dissolving the block means accepting that scenario and thus letting all that blocked energy flow. The result is an immediate and deep relaxation.     <\/p>\n\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s incredible, I&#8217;ve never felt as free as I do now&#8221;. &#8220;You&#8217;re taking care of me like no one ever has, I almost feel guilty being here&#8221;. &#8220;Tonight I&#8217;ll sleep well like I&#8217;ve never slept in my life&#8221;. And indeed she fell asleep like a rock. The next morning, waking her up was problematic. I tried kissing her, touching her, shaking her, tickling her, throwing things at her&#8230; nothing. Then I remembered her greatest weakness: food.      <\/p>\n\n<p>I approach her ear, and say:<\/p>\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">&#8220;<em>frr frr I&#8217;m the bacon&#8230; sizzling&#8230; fragrant&#8230; I&#8217;m delicious&#8230; surely you can&#8217;t wait to eat me&#8230;<\/em>&#8220;<\/p>\n\n<p>I notice movements in her body, but her eyes are still closed. I continue: <\/p>\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><em>&#8220;Hey<\/em>! There&#8217;s a German eating me! He&#8217;s <em> finishing me! If you don&#8217;t wake up right now you won&#8217;t find me anymore&#8230;&#8221; I didn&#8217;t even have time to finish the sentence before <span style=\"color: #2e00fa;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Blue Tornado<\/span> is up, washed, dressed and ironed, pulling me to go down for breakfast. <\/em><\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/media.giphy.com\/media\/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExbXgxdWM3bnY4c291dGE4ejNqc2cxemxqbTB5c24xZjgyNndydzJtaiZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw\/FKBGApPfkM1OQgWHou\/giphy.gif\" alt=\"Image from the Blue Tornado story\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Did you say &#8220;Bacon&#8221;?!!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Ksamil and girlfriend mode<\/h2>\n\n<p>We go to Ksamil, to a very nice beach. I spot some &#8220;VIP&#8221; sunbeds in the distance and of course, I take them. I find these round beds, with a mattress, placed on a platform over the sea, complete with a net suspended over the sea, catamaran style.  <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"770\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.24.00-770x1024.png\" alt=\"Screenshot of conversation with Blue Tornado\" class=\"wp-image-1877\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.24.00-770x1024.png 770w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.24.00-226x300.png 226w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.24.00-768x1022.png 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.24.00-720x958.png 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.24.00-580x772.png 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.24.00-320x426.png 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.24.00.png 990w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 770px) 100vw, 770px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Photo of the super bed with suspended net over the sea. The ass is kindly offered by Blue Tornado. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>I tried to immortalize the place, but <span style=\"color: #2e00fa;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Blue Tornado<\/span> inserts herself in every photo. The <span style=\"box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;\">typical<em> photo session<\/em><\/span> as a boyfriend starts, with me hanging in the most improbable angles to ensure her excellent photos. I point out that this is a bonus service, the second after the scenarios one, not included in our relationship. I tell her clearly that I should charge her; I can propose an arrangement or she has to buy the &#8220;boyfriend&#8221; package. She laughs slyly and pretends not to understand. Nothing, I always tell Filippo: &#8220;What can I do if they only want me as sex toys?&#8221;.  <\/p>\n\n<p>The day goes by quickly, we return to the hotel, she&#8217;s super cute, irons my shirt, I&#8217;d say in girlfriend mode.<\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"704\" height=\"979\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.39.24.png\" alt=\"Screenshot of conversation with Blue Tornado\" class=\"wp-image-1879\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.39.24.png 704w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.39.24-216x300.png 216w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.39.24-580x807.png 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Screenshot-2023-08-28-alle-17.39.24-320x445.png 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 704px) 100vw, 704px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Home Ironing Service with Tactical Heel.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>We go out to eat. Super connection. She&#8217;ll deny it to the death, but I know: she&#8217;s smitten with me. Maybe it&#8217;ll last a moment, maybe tomorrow I&#8217;ll be archived, but right now she&#8217;s really super into me.   <\/p>\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">The tornado unleashes<\/h2>\n\n<p>And in fact&#8230; the next day the trouble starts.<br\/>She&#8217;s not feeling well from a recurring cystitis. She&#8217;s nervous. I see something&#8217;s wrong. I ask. She denies. I&#8217;m not stupid. I ask again. She denies again. I use the ex weapon, which always works:<br\/>Me: &#8220;you know, the thing I hated most about my long-term ex, which then contributed to us breaking up, is that she never told me when something bothered her&#8221;.<br\/>Her: &#8220;No, you haven&#8217;t had any behavior that bothered me&#8221;<br\/>Me: &#8220;Ok<em>, then it&#8217;s something I said&#8221;<br\/>Her: &#8220;yes&#8221;<\/em>        <\/p>\n\n<p>Bingo. I&#8217;m good at this game now, alas. <br\/>We talk. We argue, I try to calm her down. It doesn&#8217;t work. She keeps to herself, ignoring me. Honestly, I&#8217;m tired of this. I don&#8217;t know if I want a new girlfriend.<br\/>Then I remember: food!     <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/media.giphy.com\/media\/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExMXUydzVyY2Y5enNteDJxOHBramJvbTRqYzV2NnV5eXpya3VhZmtpdyZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw\/l1AvALOphoaWbxeRa\/giphy.gif\" alt=\"Image from the Blue Tornado story\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Blue Tornado, when it&#8217;s been more than 2 hours since the last meal.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p><br\/>I call the waiter. I order half the menu, writing to the hotel via WhatsApp. They reply it&#8217;s the wrong hotel. I point out it&#8217;s an emergency, a matter of life or death for my relationship. We eat on the beach loungers.    <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-default\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"472\" height=\"718\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/1b8b3ea4-fc7c-4bda-a97c-04c90ee36265.jpg\" alt=\"Scene from the Blue Tornado story\" class=\"wp-image-1881\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/1b8b3ea4-fc7c-4bda-a97c-04c90ee36265.jpg 472w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/1b8b3ea4-fc7c-4bda-a97c-04c90ee36265-197x300.jpg 197w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/1b8b3ea4-fc7c-4bda-a97c-04c90ee36265-320x487.jpg 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 472px) 100vw, 472px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div><div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-default\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"472\" height=\"543\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/a041d067-7358-482e-9a70-6c19cec83419.jpg\" alt=\"Photo from the Blue Tornado story\" class=\"wp-image-1882\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/a041d067-7358-482e-9a70-6c19cec83419.jpg 472w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/a041d067-7358-482e-9a70-6c19cec83419-261x300.jpg 261w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/a041d067-7358-482e-9a70-6c19cec83419-320x368.jpg 320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 472px) 100vw, 472px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">What you do for Blue Tornado.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>With claws, she grabs the food, eating frantically. As she eats, the claws retract, the scales turn back into her usual smooth skin, and she becomes cute and cuddly again. <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/media.giphy.com\/media\/sYPglPcsgBiww\/giphy.gif\" alt=\"Image from the Blue Tornado story\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Blue Tornado, after eating. But before midnight, mind you! <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>We get a little closer, then she leaves.<\/p>\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">What she was to me<\/h2>\n\n<p>It&#8217;s not by chance that I decided to call her <span style=\"color: #2e00fa;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Blue Tornado<\/span>; with her everything is super fast. In just three days we&#8217;ve lived through all the phases of an entire relationship: the first day was all about the frenzy of getting to know each other; the second about supporting and helping each other like a mature couple; the third, about arguing and detachment.  Tomorrow I expect to receive the divorce lawyer&#8217;s letter! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n\n<p>Jokes aside, I think the problem is that she got scared. She didn&#8217;t expect this connection, this level of intimacy and emotion. It was supposed to be something light, a holiday in a nice place with a cool guy. The only risk on the horizon was that I might be a serial killer (&#8220;I believe it, on dating sites you call yourself The Magnificent!&#8221;). But instead&#8230; well, I won&#8217;t write it because otherwise she&#8217;ll kill me (and deny everything).    <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"765\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq-765x1024.png\" alt=\"Final illustration of Blue Tornado\" class=\"wp-image-4416\" style=\"aspect-ratio:0.7470817120622568;width:647px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq-765x1024.png 765w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq-224x300.png 224w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq-768x1029.png 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq-1147x1536.png 1147w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq-1529x2048.png 1529w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq-720x964.png 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq-580x777.png 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq-320x429.png 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq-1320x1768.png 1320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/Gemini_Generated_Image_unvqq2unvqq2unvq.png 1792w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 765px) 100vw, 765px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>What was she to me?<br\/>A safe harbor. A person who took care of me. A good person, from whom I didn&#8217;t have to defend myself. A girl who with her smile healed some of my wounds. A spark of hope that another happy life is possible. A moment of warmth. A kind gaze to explore, like a prairie and &#8211; maybe &#8211; live in.      <\/p>\n\n<p>She&#8217;s traveling, I&#8217;m in my hotel room. She writes to me: <\/p>\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p><em>&#8220;I&#8217;m still in disbelief. <\/em><br\/><em>I&#8217;m very much in disbelief about how the whole situation went. <\/em><br\/><em>I still believe that meeting someone is never by chance. It was very nice, I wish I had a time machine to go back&#8230; <\/em><br\/><em>and also a future machine to see what will happen.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<cite>Blue Tornado<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n<p>We kept texting\/talking for a few weeks, with the idea of meeting again soon, then suddenly&#8230; she stopped responding. Maybe she sensed that my long-term ex had come back and got ahead of me just before I informed her. <\/p>\n\n<p>PS<br\/>This post was written in the summer of 2023, during a &#8220;break&#8221; with my long-term ex. Then she came back, we tried again and no more posts&#8230; until today. <\/p>\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Three years later<\/h2>\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center has-huge-font-size\"><strong><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">THREE YEARS LATER<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n<p>Many times over these years I&#8217;ve wondered what happened to BlueTornado; why she never responded. <br\/>Well, I asked. I wrote to her: <\/p>\n\n<p>&#8220;<em>I&#8217;m sorry, we&#8217;ve lost touch. I understand that I&#8217;ll just be a guy you saw for a few days, but the connection seemed authentic to me and at least on my part it was. So it feels strange not to be able to write you a &#8220;hey, how&#8217;s it going with the bacon?&#8221;  <\/em>&#8220;<\/p>\n\n<p>And She:<\/p>\n\n<p>&#8220;<em>We met at a very particular time in my life, when I had no idea what I was doing and clearly wasn&#8217;t doing well&#8230; That&#8217;s why I disappeared and cut off all contact. <\/em><br\/><em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">However, you&#8217;re right about one thing: the connection between us was genuine.<\/span><\/em><br\/><em>P.S.<br\/>\ud83d\ude02\ud83d\ude02\ud83d\ude02 I haven&#8217;t changed about eating every two hours ahaha<\/em>!&#8221;<\/p>\n<div style='text-align:center' class='yasr-auto-insert-visitor'><!--Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><div id='yasr_visitor_votes_927265aca6223' class='yasr-visitor-votes'><div class=\"yasr-custom-text-vv-before yasr-custom-text-vv-before-2156\">Click to rate this post!<\/div><div id='yasr-vv-second-row-container-927265aca6223'\r\n                                        class='yasr-vv-second-row-container'><div id='yasr-visitor-votes-rater-927265aca6223'\r\n                                      class='yasr-rater-stars-vv'\r\n                                      data-rater-postid='2156'\r\n                                      data-rating='0'\r\n                                      data-rater-starsize='24'\r\n                                      data-rater-readonly='false'\r\n                                      data-rater-nonce='57493fa7f2'\r\n                                      data-issingular='false'\r\n                                    ><\/div><div class=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container\" id=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container-927265aca6223\"><svg xmlns=\"https:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"20\" height=\"20\"\r\n                                   class=\"yasr-dashicons-visitor-stats\"\r\n                                   data-postid=\"2156\"\r\n                                   id=\"yasr-stats-dashicon-927265aca6223\">\r\n                                   <path d=\"M18 18v-16h-4v16h4zM12 18v-11h-4v11h4zM6 18v-8h-4v8h4z\"><\/path>\r\n                               <\/svg><span id=\"yasr-vv-text-container-927265aca6223\" class=\"yasr-vv-text-container\">[Total: <span id=\"yasr-vv-votes-number-container-927265aca6223\">0<\/span>  Average: <span id=\"yasr-vv-average-container-927265aca6223\">0<\/span>]<\/span><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-loader-927265aca6223' class='yasr-vv-container-loader'><\/div><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-bottom-container-927265aca6223'\r\n                              class='yasr-vv-bottom-container'\r\n                              style='display:none'><\/div><\/div><!--End Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Click to rate this post! 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[Total: 0 Average: 0] SUMMER 2023. I&#8217;d like to kiss her. But I haven&#8217;t washed for a week, except with seawater. I&#8217;m sweaty from dragging the huge suitcase I used on the sailboat under the sun. I had onions for lunch. In short, I&#8217;m in the worst condition to kiss her. I&#8217;ve just entered the hotel room. She&#8217;s there, buzzing around the private pool of my room, swaying her hips, swinging that seductive butt left and right like a naughty child, happy for daddy&#8217;s return. 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