mercredi, mars 30, 2011

mardi, mars 29, 2011

Brief and maybe not so clear

So, it's been a while but for a reason. I've been too messed up to think clearly and even now I may say non-sense but this is what you get.

I'll try to come back to cultural related topics and more interesting stuff than my life but for now this is what I will share.

This last weekend was not so great and it was at the same time. I've been thinking so much about meeting someone interesting and having a relationship that I absolutely forgot why we people go out, to have fun! That's why this Friday, Saturday and even Sunday have not been very good days for myself. Also I've been so concentrated on my fellow Spanish friend that when he got hit on I got jealous - but not of him, more at him for getting all the attention. Immaturity and insecurity to the extreme and I hate that.

I even wrote to René while I was drunk and even though he has told me more than once that I should no be embarrassed about what I wrote to him on that email, I still feel that way. Thanks again for the great advise René! I really appreciate it.

All in all I did a lot of retrospection on Monday and little by little I'm going to the place where I feel fine and not try at all.

It all should flow naturally. If it doesn't, stop it!

Until next time.


dimanche, mars 20, 2011

How I became a loser

I don't know whether I wrote about this or not; I made a bet with David, we would do no alcohol for 28 days starting March. I was really confident, I mean, after 6 months without alcohol, 28 days is nothing! So I was sure I was going to win and have bragging rights. To my astonishment it was me who lost after 2 weeks.

One day I went out with Jan and his friends, cute friends I should say, and Josefien - Jan's girlfriend. We were having a really nice evening, talking about our adventures travelling and the silly stuff that can come up sometimes. After 3 or 4 bottles of orange juice I couldn't continue, that's too much orange juice in the evening, and I gave in completely; we drank tequila, rum and some beers. I have to control myself but lately it's been a bit more difficult than before. But well, I told David two days after that I had drunk some alcohol and he nearly slapped me in the face for not having told him right away: "Y a mí me tuviste dos días más tomando iced tea y cerveza sin alcohol, qué cabrón." He complained more about not knowing that he could have some alcoholic drinks than me not telling him I lost, ha!

In the end we made it a toss-up, I don't know how but it is a toss-up. David drank a lot the day I told him, I guess to compensate.

Next time I won't make a bet, I will just stop drinking that much and take it slowly.


samedi, mars 19, 2011

¡Feliz cumpleaños Mariana!


Muchas gracias chicos por ayudarme con el vídeo de cumpleaños para mi hermana: Gianmaria, Rossella, Fabiola, Jesse, Miguel, Sara, David Martin, Stéphanie, Paola, David Andrés y Virginie.

Auguroni sorellina!

jeudi, mars 17, 2011

Moving on was never that easy - I guess I am growing up

Another day, another thought - actually thoughts but it wouldn't have sounded good, would it?

It's been a couple of days since I shared my feelings to David. It was bugging me big time this whole situation. I wasn't being myself around him because of this and it was about time I was clear and sincere. So, I sent him an email - because I was too coward to say it face to face on Sunday. He took it well fourtunately... unfourtunately for me, he does not feel the same way; I knew that to some degree but I wouldn't accept it until I myself heard him say it. Amazingly enough though, I took it well; I mean, there's still this uncomfortable "we don't feel the same for one another" but as I've said before time after time, I truly like him as a friend, I have fun with him all the time and I love having a gay friend with whom I can talk about everything, really everything. And besides, I actually think I already moved on, insanity!

I have to explain that.

Yesterday afternoon I got to talk to René, the cute German guy I met in Mexico City and with whom I went out "touristing" for a while, remember? Well, we've been writing to each other since we both left Mexico. And I've told him a lot of stuff about me because it's nice to have someone else out there to share your thoughts and feelings and I trust him. I told him what happened with David and he cheered me up and I saw him do some silly jokes through Skype- that always makes me laugh.

So, all in all, I feel good, I said what I needed to say and now I know what's really going on, which is always the best.

Final thoughts:
- Happy birthday Mariana! I'll send you your video-present tomorrow morning because I have to do some more editing :)
- I'll be soon sharing some German posts from René's blog because he cannot log to his account while in China, so I'll be the one updating his blog:

;)


samedi, mars 12, 2011

David Martin, 7 mars, 17:46

Me dejas anodadado! Yo me moriría de vergüenza de entrar solo a ese bar!! jajaja Tengo que entrar un día para verlo. Gracias a tu curiosidad hemos descubierto un sitio nuevo de perversión... jajaja.

Pues qué quieres que te diga... que me parece MAGNÍFICO que te hayas dado una alegría pal cuerpo, y por supuesto, tomando las precauciones oportunas. Seguro que lo disfrutaste y oléeeeee!!!! jajaja.

La edad del tío me acojona más. Yo no podría. Sobre todo si la cosa la lleváis a algo más que sólo un polvo. 49 años es un poco mayor. Pero bueno... quizás el hombre es super majo... cómo lo ves? vas a quedar con el para tomar un café y conoceros mejor?

Día 1 sin alcohol... hoy pensando... tengo el cumple de una amiga el viernes en Brujas, y cómo coño le digo que no voy a beber!!! tengo toda la semana para inventarme una excusa convincente y creíble... jum jum... puedo beber cerveza sin alcohol verdad??? :P

El carnaval... muuuuuuuuuy bien!!! Hacía sol, el desfile muy guay (aunque muy largo) y lo mejor es meterse en un bar con musicote y ponerse a bailar (Sara, Cynthia y yo nos disfrazamos... ya verás las fotos). De resto... pos naha... no paré de mirar a un tío español que estaba cerca de nosotros... él tampoco para de mirarme pero de vez en cuando... se besaba con una amiga (era él y un grupo de 7 chicas)... te juro que ese tío tenía que ser gay... no lo entendí... grrrr.

En fin... a las 22h estábamos en casa híper borrachos! hoy muy cansado!


Miguel Ángel Ramírez, 7 mars, 16:36

Bueno, comienzo...

Ayer por la tarde me llamó Gaël y me invita a salir, con su novio también que les apetecía tomar algo... como me dijo que seríamos los tres, dije bueno, además que tengo ganas de ver al hombre que lo aguanta, haha... Cuando ya estaba en camino me llama Gaël y me dice que no van a poder ir al final porque uno de sus amigos tuvo un accidente y que lo sentía mucho, todo eso; le dije que no había problema, que entendía, que no pasaba nada. Bueno, pero como ya estaba en la calle y me había bañado, vestido y perfumado, haha, para salir, dije por qué no seguir un rato...

Estaba camino a LeYou cuando vi a un par de tíos buenos entrando a un lugar casi al lado, el Duquesnoy, que de hecho un día que salí a pasear con Gaël, él me dijo que ahí había un bar un tanto tórrido por no decir cutre y de perdición... Entonces me dije, pues igual por qué no entrar un rato, porque tenía curiosidad y los tíos que acababan de entrar en serio que estaban buenos. Bueno, entro, pido una cerveza y todo el ambiente muy raro, aunque había de todo ah, y por lo menos la planta baja sí es un bar - pero los pisos de arriba es una peli porno de slings y cosas, alucinante! En ese momento de ver tanto tío semidesnudo y en plan te tiro te dejo, me entró un poco de cachondeo - quizá promovida por el alcohol también - y pensé por qué no? al final estaría perfecto esto, me quito la espinita de no tener sexo hace meses y con alguien que no veré más. Pero como siempre pasa, oh vida que no nos trae nada fácil!, comencé a hablar con un tío guay, guapete, con un muy buen cuerpo para la edad que tiene y que mostraba un interés real en mí más allá de un aquí te pillo.

Bueno, comenzamos a besarnos y todo hasta que nos fuimos a un rincón por ahí y comenzamos a follar... pero estaba todo tan intenso y que no parábamos ni queríamos parar que nos fuimos a su casa - un loft que me encantó por cierto - oh, a todo esto, recién era medianoche porque en el lugar ése sólo estuve una hora o un poquito más... En su casa follamos como posesos, Dios! Aparentemente yo estaba más cachondo de lo que creía!!! Creo que sólo dormimos un par de horas antes que él se fuera a trabajar y yo regresara a casa. Es flamenco y se llama Patrick, trabaja para un periódico flamenco y realmente que me cayó muy bien, y tiene un culo, wow!

La cosa es que intercambiamos los números y hemos quedado en tomar un café en la semana pero recién ahora me volvió el pánico de la realidad y todo eso. Felizmente que Patrick sí es de los que tiene una caja llena de condones y lubricante en casa, entonces no hubo ningún tipo de inconveniente.

Y eso, que me tomaré todo con calma. Sin embargo, creo que sí está muy mayor para mí aunque esté bueno y todo eso :s Tiene 49!!! Es tú y yo en adición... es que tío, es 49 :s Ahora sí que me siento zoccola, hahaha...

Besos

ps, es día 1 sin alcohol, cómo lo vas llevando? :p
qué tal el carnaval en Aalst?


mercredi, mars 09, 2011

Another weekend in Brussels

Last Friday was David's birthday and it got a little bit crazy.

First, we went to Cabraliego - a Spanish bar in Les Marolles. All our friends were there and we even got to see Rocco who had just arrived in Brussels. Hot as always Rocco continues to amaze me, he's the definition of careless/laid-back sexy Italian guy. But anyway, I also got my part of compliments thanks to my new haircut; it's always nice to hear guapo or bello or even better bellissimo.

After drinking a lot - but me, I controlled myself to only 4 drinks, I'm talking about everyone else - we made our way to the center. Again Virginie asked me whether Jose was gay or not; Jose is David's Mexican friend with whom I flirted a little bit one night and since then they all have doubts but I know, because David used to live with him, that he's straight.

So, we get to Mezzo and music is good, everyone is on the dance floor. Time to get our groove on! And after a while I'm told I dance too sexually - it was a compliment actually and a big one but still it got me thinking I may dance like a slut, so I go tell David while we dance as sluts and he answers: "Somos unas zoccole Miguel!" I just started laughing.

By the end of the night we ended up in Gentleman's. I mean, everytime I say I'm not coming back and there I am dancing some old Italian hits surrounded by old people and just a few of my generation. We had a blast!

And by Sunday I got laid with a Belgian guy I met at Duquesnoy, a really sleazy bar I'm not coming back to alone, that was sleazy. But this Patrick is really nice and he's got such a nice ass that I just couldn't handle myself. We went to his place and it was great. My body still hurts from the hours of non-sleeping.

I won't be more detail-oriented in this one because I don't want this post to go practically x-rated. I'll just say that I really really really enjoyed my time with Patrick and we'll see each other again.

;)


jeudi, mars 03, 2011

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