The J guys

From all the keys in my keyboard, J is one of the less pressed… Funny, ham?



Joe, John, Jeremy, Jan, Joshua, Jake, Jim, James, jerk, jack ass,… how many guys do you know as J guys?
I happen to know 4 and at least three of them are listed on my cell, one after the other. Joe kept me around to have a backup whenever necessary. Jeremy screwed “one girl in special, but no relationship”. Joshua disappeared after had fun for hours in a number of dates. Came back from the death, and died again. John has, in his words, a complicated relationship with the girl he currently lives with. Still, he kisses another girl and remains stabbed by the pain that two girls can give to a guy (as he signalizes every time he “has to go”).
It seems that there is a pattern among these guys with the J initial (which can actually be found in most American guys?). One thing has to be said, though. They are hot; they have charm and most have blue eyes (my Aquiles heels). That is exactly why we fall for them.
They also tend to be lay back, to be sure about the girl’s feeling and to have the very lame line I call you. They never do. Actually, what they do is to get girls’ Aquiles heels and scratch their confidence. It was like this with me, with Nassin, with Lissete… even with Sarah, who went out with a guy she doesn’t remember the name. But she swears his initial was J.
Was the guy’s initial really J, or was Sarah just hurt by one more guy in this city?
I’ve been intrigued by this subject for few months now. I’ve realized that all my messy affairs have involved J guys. Either they have a problem (the motivation of my theory) or I do. So, I propose that the real discussion here touches the question why great girls end up with J guys?
Let me tell you these two short stories about great girls and J guys, who ended up being stupid girls. A great girl, who wants to remain anonymous, got involved with a very hot guy. You know, the whole package. Tall, strong, brown eyes and hair. From the beginning he had an addition to his package: a girlfriend. To make a long story short. The great girl got not only a phone call from the girlfriend, but also an inappropriate e-mail, named after John, but written by his girlfriend.
A different girl, also wishing to remain anonymous, just because the whole thing is so dumb, had an affair with this J guy, who liked her when she didn’t. When she started liking him, it was a little late. He said, do you remember when I used to chase you? Now it’s your turn. This is payback. His name: Antonio.
From these stories I conclude the theory. Male specimens named after J have names which not necessarily start with J, but their soul start definitely with Jerk. For that reason, they are the weakest in the group. They can’t even break up an affair; their actual girlfriends do that for them…

Summer Days

June, July, August and September… the best months of the year. Sunny days, longer days. Free days, more fun days. It’s great. Not that I don’t miss school. I kindda of do. But summer days are days that you can enjoy free time and do things it’s being long enough you don’t.
Think about myself is one of them. My actions, my dreams, my mistakes. They are more certainly much related. I happen to have a very dear friend spending the summer here with me. He has been a true company, taking care of me and making me see who I am these days. Although the sun is so beautifully shinning outside, I seemed to be stuck in a shadow. There is no breeze, and I cannot be comfortable with all the sweating.
I think there are so many things rushing in my mind that I am still not ready to really enjoy the summer days. These things range from a love one disease and a friend’s mistakes to my messiness in love. You see, although I seemed to priorize the disease concern, in my mind they actually occupy the same degree.
I am trying to understand what makes people to stuck themselves in shadows in such beautiful days. It is more certainly not because of the comfort. It has to be same kind of fear or stupidity. For that reason, I’m trying to focus on my own mistakes.
To carry on a relationship to a senseless point was my last season mistake. I let things get confusing… blurred. Maybe because I was cold and needed a cozy feeling. I wore different coats, but it was still a long and cold winter.
On spring, I finally felt a little warmer and ended up opening my heart. Big mistake. I set myself in a heart breaking situation one more time. Instead of getting ready for a restart, I let my heart be broken, again, like in the whole winter. No blooming this spring. Or no, let me rephrase that. Small blooming this season.
So maybe I should stay in the shadow for a little longer. Give time to repair and get stronger; make sure it won’t happen again. Because I do want to go outside and play with water, eat tones of ice-cream and get same tun.
Better hurry up. On the 20th, summer is on.