Today...

I had two P.C...

I was about to bump into the first one next to my favorite pretzels shop at Unirea... I was disoriented and hungered while looking at the showcase and HE was wearing a police outfit, tall, green eyes, with a Wenthworth Miller glance...

He was the type of guy that made you want to rip your clothes off and jump in his arms...
But I decided I'll pass bad boys for a while, especially since last week... I didn't got my driving licensee because one of his colleagues was probably a 'naive brunets fan'...


Yet still, we love men in uniforms... :D






The second P.C. was great...

He endured me talking for 2 hours without stopping, he watched me with a betrayed childish look while eating a slice of lemon from my glass,after putting sugar on it ...and was amazed how comfortable I was doing all those silly things...

We talked for 5 hours about life, men and women, cars, cities and places we loved, I told him about my secret dream island, Richard Clayderman, movies, and all the stupid little things that either one of us loved...
As a reward for being myself I got 'shaorma' and 'ayran' ..on the edge of a sidewalk in a park...

After having a great night, now I remebered the most important thing... I forgot to tell him the complete name of my dream car...besides Dodge...it's Chalenger... They probably named it after me.. :))