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vontades dele pra fazer la feliz. Todo homem esperto sabe que uma mulher so vai se entregar aos caprichos dele depois que ele se entregar aos dela. Se o macaquinho fosse um pouco mais esperto ele aceitaria - nao na verdade ele pediria - pra irmos em um so carro, e claro ele toparia em ir ao Coco Bambu. Mas nao foi tao facil assim...- Umm...na verdade nem sei onde "Fogao a Lenha" fica. Sabe minha ultima aula termina quase as nove e e bem perto do Coco Bambu do Beira Mar. Teria como irmos pra la porque ja conheco bem o caminho e nao tem chance de eu me perder e chego rapidinho ja que o meu aluno e bem do lado (sem falar que "Fogao a Lenha" nao e lugar que se leve uma garota em um primeiro encontro, e sim pra almocar algum dia em que voce esta com pressa sozinho!).Silencio. No, this time I did not come to save the day!!!- Okay. Certo entao. Mas nao sei como chegar la. (Nessa hora deu vontade de gritar: PROCURE NO GOOGLE MAPS!!!)Sabia que era so manha porque ele nao tava afim de ir pro Coco Bambu. Porque? Nao conseguia nem imaginar o motivo e minha cabeca tambem nao tava nem um pouco a fim de tentar. Ligacao finalmente finalizada, local escolhido e eu com aquela duvida atras da orelha... mas fazer o que? Ja tinha entrado nessa entao o jeito era ir ate o fim. Sem dizer que nao podia ser coincidencia eu ter-lo encontrado naquela tal adventura romantica o dia anterior...nossa ainda tava com gostinho na boca daquela adrenalina!!!Sempre deixo no carro uma bolsa com alguns "essencias" e aquela noite foram eles que salvaram minha noite - se nao eu nao teria outra escolha a nao ser aparecer de vestido social e sapatilhas a carater. Ao inves tirei da bolsa um vestidinho de seda preta, aquele salto que valoriza as pernas, e a bolsa toda de maquiagem!!! Sem mentira nenhuma assim que coloquei o carro dentro do estacionamento ele me ligou dizendo que ja tinha chegado. Menti que estava quase chegando, subi as janelas fume e em dez minutos troquei de roupa, passei maquiagem, borrifei um perfuminho, calcei as sandalias e arrumei o cabelo. Viola! Me encontrei com ele na entrada do restaurante e novamente nao teve como NAO perceber aquelas orelhas dele. Desse momento em diante minha linda adventura romantica comecou a se transformar no primeiro encontro mais estranho e louco que ja tive.Adivinha quem decidiu onde iriamos sentar? Quem pediu o garcom para nos arranjar uma mesa? Quem guiou o gato ate a mesa? EU!!! Dai voce jura que o coitado e um CDF timido que nao tem ideia o que fazer num primeiro encontro, ne? ERRADO! (bem tirando o fato que ele realmente nao sabia o que fazer em um encontro!) Assim que sentamos na mesa e o garcom trouxe o cardapio ele logo foi pedindo por uma garrafa de agua de coco. E onde esta a parte em que o cara te olha e diz
"Minha linda, voce vai beber o que?" Com certeza ele pulou essa parte. O momento critico segui logo apos: Macaquinho (nao sei porque mas esse nome colou!): Como voce tava dando aula e acabamos marcando tao tarde o nosso encontro eu sai de casa mais cedo e acabei jantando, comi caranguejo. Como se diz caranguejo em Ingles mesmo? Por isso nao tou com fome e nem vou comer nada.Nessa hora deu vontade de me levantar e sair correndo. Minto. Deu vontade de pedir o prato mais gostoso e caro do restaurante inteiro e ver ele com agua na boca enquanto eu devorava tudo na sua frente. Que retardado!!! Se ele ia jantar sozinho qual era a dele de me chamar pra jantar mesmo entao?!!! Se esse era o caso podia ter me chamado pra um bar, sei lah qualquer coisa! Mas naquela hora so podia pensar que ele era um baita de um pobretao que tava sem um tostao nem pra gastar num jantar. Saiiiiiiii!!! Claro que nao cai na dele de economizar - ainda mais que minha barriga tava se contorcendo de tanta fome - e respondi com muito gusto:- Nao tem problema! Como por nos dois!!! Descobri que o Sidmar tinha 27 anos, era advogado, morava em um apartamento com sua irma num excelente bairro de Fortaleza e que tinha feito um intercambio de seis meses na Espanha - so nao consegui descobrir qual era a dele e como ele conseguia agir como um robozinho! Vou dizer algo! Nos mulheres sabemos que quando o homem pega na nossa mao, passa a mao no nosso cabelo, olha nos nossos olhos com aquele olhar de apaixonado e diz: "Nossa, voce e tao linda!" ou "Pensei muito em voce ontem. Tava louco pra te conhecer melhor!" e tudo baboseira. Mentira. Parte da cartilha deles. Nem uma palavra e verdade...MAS isso faz parte do jogo da seducao (deles te seduzirem e depois te levarem pra cama claro!), isso tem que existir para que o encontro siga pra frente e isso serve pra mostrar a garota que o cara se interessa nela e entao e isso o que voce espera do gato num primeiro encontro: sentados lado a lado em um restaurante calmo, a luz do luar. Como acredito que ja da pra adivinhar, Macaquinho nao deve ter lido esse manual porque ele nao fez NADA do acima. Nem se aproximou de mim, nao me elogiou, nao falou do nosso belo encontro o dia anterior - NADA! Ficou sentado igual uma estatua e conversamos sobre...sim, TRABALHO! Trabalho, estudos, so coisa chata... nossa como queria estar dentro do Amicis nessa hora sambando ate minha blusa estar molhada de suor, nao ter que dar a minima pra ninguem e me divertir ate nao aguentar mais. Maaas....la estava eu desperdicando toda minha boa compania, sorrisos e simpatia num coitado de um cara sem um pingo de atitude! Ate que enfim minha bendita noite estava chegando a um fim e minha bunda nao via a hora de sair daquela cadeira e ser transferida pro banco da Holly (meu lindo
carro) porque ja nao tava aguentando mais tanto era a puberdade na cabeca dele. E assim, nem era o que ele fazia de errado - era o que ele NAO fazia!Ja na saida do restaurante eu acho que ele deve ter se tocado que pagou a conta de um jantar (uma salada pra ser exata!) e que nem um beijinho consegiu; entao juntou a coragem do ano todo e estendeu a mao pra tocar no meu cabelo/orelha e me deu a cantada mais honestamente tosca que ja recebi na minha vida: "Nao esta usando brinco hoje, nao?" O GRANDE erro do macaquinho era que no dia anterior em que nos conhecemos eu tambem nao estava usando brinco. Pela minha cara acho que ele entendeu que tinha dito merda porque tentou disfarcar gaguejando e dizendo em cima: "Quer dizer, voce nao usa brinco?"Nessa hora fiz de tudo pra me conter pra nao cair na gargalhada e gracas a Deus o manobrista chegou no mesmo instante com a chave do meu carro na meu. Nem respondi a ultima (e unica!) investida do Sidmar. So sorri e apertei a mao dele deixando ele com um rosto pasmo destacando ainda mais aquelas suas orelhas enquanto eu me dirigia a minha querida Holly o mais rapido possivel sem ao menos olhar pra tras - vai ver que quem sabe o caranguejo ja foi digerido e bate aquela fome novamente? Duvido mas tambem nem pensava em arriscar!Cinco minutos mais tarde entrei num post, abaixei as janelas e pedi ao frentista para abastecer a Holly. Nao sei o que deu em mim mas assim que fiz isso bateu uma crise de riso loucaaaaaaaaaa demais! So de apertar o botao "replay" no que tinha acabado de acontecer me deu uma vontade louca de rir. E pode ter certeza que ri; ri e ri demaissssssss!!! Se por mais nada pelo menos aquele primeiro encontro serviu de algo: uma bela e boa risada e uma otima historia para contar!
Having the desire and inspiration to write once again is great - but having time to do so is even greater yet! As always I feel like writing more than my finger can type and I bet even more than my mind can grasp and take a hold of.I usually choose a specific subject which I will write about and focus on getting that story down on paper or on Molly's (yep, the name of my laptop!) screen. But today I decided that I don`t want to concentrate on any specific recent story, happening, student of subject. I just want to free my mind and talk about myself and my life... and this time not only my life as a teacher but as Christy - just simple, funny and somewhat crazy Christy.The past month I decided that one thing I needed desperately to do was to find myself out. Not who others thought I was, not what my parents expected me to be, not what my friends say I am, not what my students mention when they recommend me to their workmates and colleagues, not what is posted on my Facebook profile, and not even what I believe myself to be - I wanted to explore myself and find out what made me, me.Yes I know, it all sounds pretty deep and philosophical and even somewhat stupid and moronic. But it's what I felt I needed to do if I was to continue living the life I live today - and not go completely crazy with it at the same time. I needed to find out what really made me happy, what would trigger me to get excited and get my oh-so-many-goals done, what would cause my major dry spells (it's what I call when I get on a major low mood which seems just not to go away) and what would make me get up and get over it. Basically I wanted to inspection myself from top to bottom, inside out and upside down and all over and around. I can't say I have completely done that yet (the whole full body inspection, heh!) but I can say I started, and by starting I am already more than halfway down my path of progress.The very first thing I found about myself is that I am a workaholic. Nope, not someone that likes working hard and enjoys putting in the hours but an actual workaholic. Someone that always has to be working so as not to go crazy. It's actually an addiction and compulsion which makes me cut out on meals and sleeping hours, forget family and friends, and constantly keep thinking how I can manage to get more work done in those stupidly short 24 hours a day.Sunday used to be a the death for me - the day just wouldn't seem to end and as much as I wanted to cut back and relax by the end of the day I couldn't help but see myself deep cleaning my parents room, re-organizing all my English material, and cooking some elaborate
dinner for my whole family - all to get my mind off the fact that wasn't "doing anything". Getting my first Sunday students was a godsend and Sunday isn't a hassle to get by through anymore because now it's just any other day; the only difference is that I get to sleep a few extra hours, do my laundry and clean my room which looks something like the survival of a tornado and volcano catastrophe.This last Sunday as I was giving class to my student and great friend, Sandy couldn't help but spit out in her own seriously funny way: "Teacher, are you a wastebasket?" ("wastebasket"...she just loves that word! haha). It was then that I noticed that my nails were undone, my hair looked like a hay nest, I was dressed as simple as could be and there were dark eye-bags around my eyes. Yes, I exceeded myself! I was taking work to such an absurd degree that even my own personal appearance had gone down the drain and what I never thought would ever happen just had.The good thing is that after this little incident plus this month of inward inspection of myself I was finally able to admit to myself that I am a workaholic and need some help. What kind of help, where and how I will get that help...well I don't know yet. But like I said a bit earlier, just seeing and realizing helps a great deal.Other than being a workaholic I found out that I love being spontaneous, hate routines and robotic schedules (and people as well!) and if there isn't any new surprises in my life I'll go and find some - and if there isn't any to find I might just as well go and make some up for myself then!What else? I'm as curious as a little girl can be; always want to know what is inside her Christmas present weeks before she can actually get to open her package. What do I do when my curiosity can stand it no longer? I research! I go on an all-out attack and tell myself that if there is something I don't understand, can't put my finger on it or it just makes my head spin I might as well cave all over and around it until I can at least find out something (or somethings) that will be enough to satiate my curiosity at least for that present moment.Food also plays a big part in my life. In this weird way I'd say - like for example I can stay a whole day without eating because i will be so into my work and getting all the many things on my "to-do-list" done that food won't even dare to pop into my head; but then when I do want to calm down and relax the first two things that will enter my head to help me get into a relaxing mood are: reading and FOOD!!!Think about this: Food is the greatest pleasure in life (yes I know that didn't quite sound right, but
hang on there) for many simple reasons: You can do it whenever you want, as much as you want, anyplace you want, you don't have to depend on others for it as well but if you do have others while you are enjoying this pleasure all the better yet, you can do it with a little or a lot of money, anytime of the day, in any situation - and the best part of it all? you never get tired of it!My students always crack up when I tell them: "I know why God didn't make me rich - if I had been born rich i most definitely would be obese!!!"I once read in a book that there is one thing that every single person on Earth loves to talk about: and that is about himself/herself - and so today instead of talking about myself I have changed methods a bit and written about it. Not that I think anyone will be all that interested but hey, who cares no? At least i just did something I (and everyone else) loves doing!
Here are a few little snippets of my new Sunday student, and now great friend, Sandy:Sunday afternoon. My student Sandy gets dropped off by her husband at my apartment for her weekly English class. Inside the car is her seven year old daughter who peeks out of the back door window to take a look at her "mommy's English teacher" which she hears about at home so much. After looking at me with a very puzzled face while I waved "hi" and made small talk with the husband she says aloud innocently: "Mommy, your teacher is a teenager. Are you sure she really knows English? Sure doesn't look like it!"At that very instant I felt a great enveloping surge of relief just by the thought that I was many light years away of having a child of my own. Poor Sandy, she looked like as if she could dig a hole and jump straight into it! If that wasn't enough for Sandy, next week brought a new surprise. It was Easter and the chocolates were just pouring from left to right - and the extra pounds as well! Sandy: Hey Christy...I have something sad to tell you... *abashed face*Me: What is it Sandy?Sandy: Well, since it was Easter I bought you a beautiful chocolate egg.Me: Oh, you shouldnt have!!!Sandy: Yeah, I really shouldn't have. Me: Huh?Sandy: You see...I put the chocolate egg inside the freezer and today when I went to get it to bring it here I found out that my daughter ate your egg. I am sooo sorry!!!!!!!Me: *bursting out in laughter* Your daughter is quite the rascal, eh?! Don't worry, believe me, she has done both herself and me a favor! I got more chocolate than I can handle eating...remember, I do have 38 students and now do the math...noticed my extra little pounds?!Sandy: *sigh of relief* One of my first classes with Sandy:Me: Go ahead and read this story please.Sandy picks up the book and starts reading a short story. All the while I write down some homework for her to do that week when all of a sudden I hear her say loud and clear in the middle of her reading: "pussy".I all of a sudden jump up from my chair and exclaim: PUSSY?Sandy: *with the straightest face ever* pussy...Me: PUSSY???!!!Sandy: Yes...pussy!!!I grab the book from her hand and go straight to where her finger is pointing. Me: PUSHY!!! Not PUSSY!!!Student: Yes, and...???After explaining the BIG difference between "pushy" and "pussy" we both burst into laughter.Another Sunday...Me: Sandy you have to see what I just bought the other day!!!Sandy: What?! Do tell!!!Me: I made a little visity to the sexy shop! *big enthusiastic smile*Sandy: Wow! That sounds cool...Me: Here let me show you what I bought.I fished out some new lingerie, pleasure balls and a new gel a student of mine had told me ALL about!Sandy: What are these???Me: Okayyy...don't tell me you've never seen pleasure balls?!Sandy: Nope! Never have...Me: But you have been married for what, 10 years? It can't be possible you've never seen pleasure
balls.Sandy: It's true. I haven't. Now stop acting surprised and explain exactly what these little colourful balls do. Me: hahahahha...okay, listen carefully.10 minutes later...Sandy: I feel like I need to go do some shopping as well...a nice good visit to the..., what do you call it really?Me: Sexy Shop! *Big smile on my face*Sandy: Okay, I hate to be rude but...with who are you planning to use those colourful balls?Me: *Smile fades* Well, that's not what matters. You see it's not about with who I am going or not to use them with - because as you know for now that person doesn't really exist - but it's more about the good feeling you have knowing that whenever that person does appear - which is the last of my concerns - I will have a nice little stock of great items to use as I please! Sandy: Humm...good thinking. And now to the main subject: I need to buy some too!!! HELP!The very next Sunday...Sandy: *Looking absolutely radiant* Hi Christy!!!Me: Hi Sandy! Why, you look happy!Sandy: And all thanks to you!Me: All thanks to me?!!!Sandy: Those pleasure balls...WOW!!! I'm going to start stocking them up myself now...they just worked wonders! Hum...still get the shivers just remembering...Me: Glad to have been of help.Sandy: Oh, and by the way...my husband thanks you...profoundly!Me: Hahahhaa...I bet he does!This last Sunday it was my turn to turn a few shades darker - and still get a little wake-up call! I had worked extra-long hours, was exhausted and couldn't imagine how I was still going to give six long hours of class that day. The week had been great, great progress in my work had been done and goals had been achieved - but in addition I hadn't done much anything else - which included taking care of my own personal life and doing all those many little things that make us women the vain creatures which we just love being. Somehow, with so much work, I had thrown everything else to the wind.My hair looked like a pile of disheveled hay, I hadn't gone to my weekly manicure, eyebrows were also past their due date, dark eye bags under my eyes and a long plain dress just added to my extra special messy look. Not even five minutes of class had passed when Sandy looked me up and down, thought for a moment or two (most likely trying to form her phrase correctly) and suddenly blurted out: "Teacher, since when are you a wastebasket?!!!" ("wastebasket" - she loves that word!).Her funny and honest little observation made me laugh and soon after thank her for her honesty and creative way in incentivizing me to literally run to the nearest beauty salon for a full body makeover.That's what friends - and students - are for!
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