Animal love

“Come on” she whispered. “We can do it together.”
Her smile was irresistible. How could I say no? It was like saying no to God himself.
I smiled back, held her hand and followed her footsteps.
“We’re almost there.” Her eyes displayed her true love to me.
Dior, her perfume. It smelled like spring, it smelled just like all Godly creatures should smell.
“Hey he-he, stop fooling.” She looked at me with a semi-serious look, with a hidden smile behind the determinedness.
The latches on the door opened up with no struggle.
“Ok, you grab the chimpanzee, and I’ll set the bunnies free out the window.”
Bless her environmentalist souls. I’d punch the pope in the face before I’d believe she had a single bone of evil in her.
Footsteps… Like you hear in the movies. One step at the time, it’s like time stands still.
It starts with a shadow peeping in trough the door, who very soon becomes a live guard.
I put Kello the chimp inside his cage again.
“Don’t move!” Quivered off the guards lips.
She turned around with something in her hands. Like she had her hands inside of her coat.
The guard was terrified.
“NO!” My desperation.
A flash. That’s all that was.

The bullet went through the bunny she was holding, and entered her fragile body, centre mass.
She fell backwards towards the wall, into a sitting position.

All I could do was to comfort her.
She looked at me with her smile. Her smile… Her beautiful smile.
Her eyes closed, and were to not be seen again.
I cried.
I kissed her.
It was the best and the worst kiss ever.
Don’t leave me alone. Please… Don’t…

The irony of desire

Isn’t it strange?
Women always say that they want a sensitive man with a sense of humor. But in the words of Eddie Murphy: “But don’t get me wrong ladies, I wouldn’t fuck no ugly, funny bitch.” I can probably list up 10 point of what I look for in a girl… Eyes, smile, laughter… But I think not many sincere people can ever list up “good looking” as one of them. Although it is ultimately what we all thrive for.

Why then, is looks an off-limits desire? Well… The answer is this; it isn’t. We don’t mention looks because it makes us look shallow. It makes us look like we’re ONLY after the looks, and how you would look with your partner beside you.
But then again, isn’t that what we all really want? A semi-shy girl who don’t throw themselves at the world, announcing their “bitchyness”?

I’ll be the first guy to proudly say that he watches “The O.C.” call me gay if you want to, but I’m proud of watching the show. It’s not like I’m in to all the drama. It’s really because of one character there. Anna Stern, played by Samaire Armstrong. I like to believe that girls like that actually exist. A cute, smart and most of all, pretty girl, that actually likes the not-so-stereotypical guy. If you ask me, that is the ultimate girl, it’s just a shame that’s she’s a character in a TV-series.







Samaire...

Forelskelse (A Crush)

The first time I had a crush on someone, I was in 2. grade, her name was Charlotte and had a boyfriend, Lars-Erik... Boy, was I in to it...

About 12 years later I find myself in this same position... This time though... It's a celebrity...

It's kinda ok to have a crush on a celebrity for once... No awkwardness when I talk to her, since I probably never going to meet her... And no general goals with this crush... It's just at crush that cannot be spoiled by outside influence (exept a greater crush that is).


Ahn Vu :)