A story about pask
Not only is she a wonderful cheerleading star (well you all knew that already), she was my marraine on 43T. She gave me my very first cheer!
Not only is she a wonderful cheerleading star (well you all knew that already), she was my marraine on 43T. She gave me my very first cheer!
When we first (virtualy) met, she was here to read all I had to say about a difficult love story of mine, and to answer in a very gentle and helpful way.
Then I sorted out my situation, and it was her turn to go through difficult time… I believe I helped her a bit :)
This was a few month ago. We are both going very well now, I think, though we didn’t solve our situations the same ways… We’re not exchanging very much virtualy anymore, maybe ot would be time to try real life ? :)
While meditating tonight, I thought about the project she’s got for her son to see the world and grow up as a better person… It almost brought tears to my eyes, since I so admired her for that, and so wanted to get the occasion to do the same, once, for my child(ren)...
So, here, I’m really hoping they come to France and I can meet them and add my contribution to the project… I’m already thinking about some nice stuff I could recommend you around here…
She you in 18 months, is that what you said ? :)
I not only want to meet pask, but I am going to meet pask ! She believes in Serendipity, playing hide and seek with the CRS and has adopted the word “Random” as her life’s philosophy…but of course, I must meet someone so full of life!
Why wouldn’t I want to meet the Mastress of Serendipity, whom I am meant to go to a concert with ?
I would like to apologise (or maybe there’s no need for an apology at all ?), but I’ve long thought that Tristan was a boy. I don’t know about English, but Tristan can only be a boy’s name in French, so I just didn’t wonder : he was, obviously, a boy.
Then, since Tristan always makes those very sensitive, full of nice ellipsis(1), and very universal entries, I could not really figure out. I only thought he was gay.
Then a few days ago Tristan told she/he was not gay… I was a bit confused at first, and I must say it’s not totaly neutral, having read someone for week believing you were reading a guy, and understanding you are reading a girl…
(1) I have no idea of what can be the plural for ellipsis. Ellipsises ? Ellipsisis ? Ellipsis ?
I was convinced that she had been in my 43Peeps list for quite a while now, while I just realized in horror that I hadn’t added her!
She sometimes looks at 43 degrees, charmly, up in the air, and you will ever wonder what is she thinking about.
Having been worked all day in a fashion saloon (a fashion saloon, YES) I was at a point of destruction, pondering carefully on the idea of suicide jumping into the Seine River (as in those romantic bridgefilms). But fortunately I had a rubber ring: my parisian appointment! And therefore I got finally free from my mad coworkers. I collected all my strength left and threw myself along the metro, but I was late, as usual, speaking about a ”theorical meeting time”. Exactly I was on a green line when something got wrong in the segment Place d’Italie-Bercy. When I woke up I found myself in a poor gallery under the Place itself. At that moment I received a text from her, suggesting to meet halfway on the platform (on the platform, YES). She was so kind and considerate with me, wasn’t she? I got out of the train and she was right there on a bench.
And she walked towards me.
He’s got his face on (maybe some day) famous T-Shirts !