Neighbour

When I moved in this flat, I was just 18, I moved out from my mother's house because we couldn't stand each other. When I arrived here, I met a few neighbours, most of them are elderly people, a lot of them are funny old spinsters, sometimes annoying because they are very curious. One of them is the lady that lives the door in front of mine. She lives with a cat, and her main activity is to listen to my door and through the walls to hear who I'm with and what we are talking about, and she sometimes wakes up during the night when I come home late, and the day after says "hey mister charlie, you came home rather late yesterday!" and I never know what to answer because it's none of her business, but I don't want to be rude. Otherwise, all of these elderly people are nice with me because they think I'm very polite and nice with them, I always give a hand whenever I can, and in return they let me do what I want and never get mad when I make some parties with friends untill 4am with music and all, wich is a pretty good bargain! :)

The only other person under the age of 70 and that lives in this house is the neighbour of the first floor. He is around 45 and lives alone. Nobody in the house likes him because he's really strange, gets mad about stupid things and begins to insult everyone (for instance when he can't find the washing powder measure that is suppose to remain in the laundry room). When I moved in, I had no idea of who and how he was, and he seemed pretty nice to me. A few days after I arrived, he invited me to have dinner, and I accepted. We ate, and drank a bit and we were speaking about random things, and suddenly, he asked me "so, you have a girlfriend?" and I was a bit suprised because it came right out of nowhere, and I answered "no, not for the moment" and he said "hmmmm... I understand, it's because you don't like girls, do you?" and gave me a look that made me feel quite uncomfortable, one of these look that says "god, you're hot I want to fuck you!" I said "no, it's just because I am with no-one at the moment, that's all". He kept filling up my glass with wine at first, and then with liquor at the end of the dinner, and I didn't see anything coming. He asked me to fix a problem on his computer with his internet connexion, so we moved to his room, and he switched on his computer. He had a very young horny boy as a desktop picture, and he looked again at me and said "hmmm, you know, I like young boys..." and I was really ill at ease at this moment and a bit affraid because I understood what he was trying to do and I was a bit scared because, first of all I was a bit drunk, and he was totally different of how he was when he asked me to come over, he looked like an old perv to me, his eyes full of lust. I love to see when people of my age are seduced by me, it's really exciting, but to provoke the desire in someone that could be your father is something else! I think that to provoke the desire in anyone you don't like is not really exciting. So I jumped out of the room, and said thanks, but I have to go, and he said "won't you stay and have another drink?" and I said no, I really wanted to go out of this place, and he asked if he could kiss me, I said "I'm sorry but no" and went out of his place.

From this evening, he keeps looking at me like that, and propose me everytime to come over, and I'm always ill at ease when he's around, because he really has something of a pervert, you know, this wild look on a strange face, and this honeyed tone, and something that comes out of him, that makes you feel really uncomfortable. I already met some older guys that are interested, but it's really not the same, a normal person doesn't make me feel this, I dont know how to explain it.

Well, he also tries to come at my place. One time, I was on my bed, and the door rang, I went to open the door, and he was there and explained that he was making some plumbing works and that I musn't use water during an hour. Around and hour later, as I was in the living room, he just opened the door and jumped inside my flat, made a tour to see my place and I was like "what the hell!? you could at least ring or something!" and he gave me this look and said "why? maybe I would have suprised you in an uncomfortable position... I should come more often, we have to have a drink or something one of these evenings" I said I had no time now and showed him the way to the door.

This morning, it was exactly the same, I was cleaning, I had only a boxer and a t-shirt, and I heard something on the door, I didn't pay more attention, and then it was him jumping in my flat! I was really scared at first, I didn't expect someone to enter my home like that. Then I saw it was him, he had a long look at my boxers, and asked if he could borrow my keys for the basement, because he forgot his inside. So I lent him the keys and shut the door. He came back a few minutes later, and opened the door, he tried to enter because I think he wanted me to offer him a drink or something, but I stayed in the entrance, and said I had things to do, said bye, and shut the door. He really scares me a bit... I will lock the door now, I usually don't, but I don't want him to enter here without ringing.

Unlucky day

I was not really in a good mood this morning, because I was awoken by some explosions during this night, and couldn't fell asleep after that. I don't know what it was, but it was a serie of explosions in the neighbourhood around 3pm. Probably some kids fooling around with fireworks or anything. I received today a letter from the university. I was candidate to go to another university for a half year for an exchange and this was accepted, so this made me feel much better. It was also something even better: I will get a scholarship for this half year, wich will be enough to pay a one month rent. How cool! But...

Just a few minutes after, as I was eating a slice of bread for breakfast, I heard a noise when I was crunching, and I noticed afterwards that I had just broken one of my teeth and swallowed the little piece of it! Shit! So I will have to go to the dentist soon to fix it, and it will certainly cost me what I will get from the scholarship... Well, anyway, my grandmother will help me so it's not a big deal, but I'm disappointed! I'm also disappointed by the fact that I made a big mistake in my exam today, I had all right in my mind but wrote the wrong thing, I saw it at the last minute, and I had no time to fix it :( It's definitely not my day!

Things like that usually never happens to me, I'm always so lucky! I always have some little problems but everything turns fine at the end. For instance, I always get the subjects I know the best at my exams, I often find money on the ground, little things like that... in a more dramatical situation, I survived three engine failures in flight!! Well, thinking about that last thing, I never know if I have to consider myself very lucky, or really unlucky (I know no other pilot that had three engine failures at the age of 22!) I hope that my luck didn't turn away! Anyways, I will avoid to take a plane these next days :)

Thursday evening

I'm back from my first exam... I really don't know what to think about it, I'm all mixed up and I have the feeling of being completely empty at this moment. I will go to swim in a moment and change my mind before the next one. I hope that it will be enough to get a grade above the average.

I didn't tell you about thursday night. I had planned everything in my mind but of course it didn't go that way... So, Alex and two other friends (Ulrika and Greg) came at my place around 9pm. We started by drinking some beers and talk, and then we started to play the game. Ulrika proposed to go on a trip with two other girls (I had travelled with them before, and it was really awful, never ever travel with 3 girls!!!) and I said "never again! It was really terrible and I never became as mad as when I travelled with you!" She took it very personnally and she was really miffed, wich resulted in an awkward situation. To arrange the situation I started talking and as I knew that Alex was going to move out in a new place, I asked him about it, and he said "yes, I'm actually moving with my boyfriend"... I knew he had a boyfriend, but I didn't know it was so serious between them. So I started to think a little bit and thought that it was not really fair to try anything with him and maybe break his couple especially now that they are moving together... I do not want to begin my career as a trouble maker!

This announce also provoked another awkward situation, because Greg (he's also gay) is more or less in love with Alex, and it's also a shock for him, I guess, to see Alex move out with his boyfriend. Greg said it was to early etc... and everybody was tense and awkward... So I put more beers on the table hopping that if everyone drank a bit more it would be ok. It was actually the case and it went much better. Everyone left around 1am, and nothing more happened. I was a bit disapointed, i didn't expect that, but it's not a drama, I will soon have some time to go out and chase after some guys.

Playing cards

Sarah cancelled her plans on inviting us to hers, wich is pretty annoying... So I had to find a way to bring some people here, with my "target", Alex. I invited some friends to play cards and have some beers and fun at my place. To play the game you have to be four, I invited two other friends of mine wich also are friends of alex, and him to be the fourth. I obtained his phone number and texted him, but it turned out that playing cards is not his cup of tea, and he said he would come only if no one else could come. Needless to say that I didn't make any effort to find another player :P I've just texted him saying he "had" to come as nobody else could, and I hope he will! I'll only have to find a way to make him stay here. After a few beers, people are always more... gay ;)

The flight of the dog poop

This is an article from a local newspaper. Somethimes, crazy things happens :D I love this kind of absurd stories!

"(Bern, Switzerland) "Shit happens" must have been the words that the director of the Paul Klee Center in Bern had on his lips ten days ago: a powerful wind gust swept away a giant inflatable dog poop, made by the american artist Paul McCarthy and installed in the park in front of the museum. The installation, as big as a family house, landed 200 meters away of his original location, in the garden of a residence for young people. On his way, the giant poop took away an electric line, and damaged a greenhouse, indicated the director of the museum, Juri Steiner. The crazy flight of the artwork, called "Complex shit", fortunately ended without other damages."

Target

This is the first time in the last few days that I have a moment to cool down and write something. I'm really busy with my sister's stuff, work and all the rest. Yesterday Maria, my best friend, called and she's in trouble with her boyfriend, she lied to him about something and he discovered it (he's inspector at the police, and he's a good one unfortunately). He's mad at her and she's affraid that it's over. She's really down because she wanted to move with him in a near future because it was going very well. I hope that they will be allright, I'm always affraid because she can turn really crazy (in a really bad way) with her love affairs, and cut herself or anything else (she already did it before). It's a busy week, definitely! But not for me, nothing special happened to me appart these "dramatic" events, I'm stuck at home when not at work, and I'm counting down, my exams starts on monday.

I missed a big party with the friends I usually go out with, and I was told that someone specially missed my presence. I told you about a guy that fancies me, he's always around when I go out or eat at some friends because he's a very good friend of Sarah (the girl who I told I was gay and didn't believe me). Apparently he has a serious crush on me. He doesn't know I'm gay for the moment. He's not really my type of guy, he's tall but really skinny, with a cute face however. He acts in a really girly way, like screaming like a little girl when a bee flies around (he doesn't like them obviously...) etc. It's nothing wrong about that, but I don't find it very sexy, that's all. On the other side, he's really nice, and has a very bright mind, he always make really good jokes, has always the word that fits and he's really an interesting guy. Despite the fact that he's not my ideal guy, I'm not against someting to happen between us, espectially because I'm really in need of sex! It would be awesome to spend a night together, just for fun.

So, as I have no time to go out and search for other guys that would suits me better, I set him as a target. He's a bit shy, and we never talk much together, because he flushes and go to speak to other people, wich doesn't really facilitate the things. Moreover, I never see him alone, so I don't really have to possibility to rush the things a bit. If I could I would stuck him in a corner and kiss him to see what happens. So, I'd like to invite him at my home where it would be so easy :P but I don't know him well enough to invite him alone. I'm going to Sarah's on thursday, and I hope he will be there. If so, I will try to do something, I have to find a way to talk to him alone, and then, I think nothing will be easier than to take him to my bed ;)

The other side of the medal

I have a wonderful piece of news, not about me but about my sister: she broke up today with her boyfriend! Wonderful! I was counting the days since she last told me about him and his behaviour. She called me in the middle of the afternoon, in tears, and my heart sank at first, and I became really anxious, she couldn't even speak and I was really scared, I didn't know what was happening and when it's about my sister I get really nervous. Finally, after a few minutes, she could pronounce some sounds, and I heard "sv... sv...sven..." so I immediatly knew what had happened and I was so relieved, because I knew that it was something good and she was "only" sad about it. So she came here, and we virtually spit on him, I began to say all the things I think on him, and began to try to endoctrinate her so she won't pardon him and take him back, because it's always the same with her. I hope (it's terrible to say that...) that she was hurt enough to understand what a bastard he was.

On another side, I'm really anxious, because she's devastated, plus she has problems at work, and she's really down this time, this is just the icing on the cake. Every bad things come down on her at the same moment, and she can't deal with it, she's very sensitive and all these things are too much for her. I'm really sad, and scared for her, but I know that I can't do nothing but stay around when she needs me. She is staying at my place tonight, and she's sleeping now, she's was so tired. I wish she could speak with her friends, but all her best friends are in other cities, no one is living close to us, it's really a bad situation for her. And I'm in a really awkward situation because these two next weeks I have not a minute, I work from 5 am to noon, to save some money, and then I have an hour to eat, another to have a small nap, and then I have to study for my exams until I get to bed. I think that my sister will stay here for a few days, so that will take me a lot of time, to care about her... I wish it were 34 hours a day!