The night was a bit rough and short, but nothing too serious. The three residents of my room, including myself, all woke up early, around 1PM after 5 hours of sleep. We got to the living room doing the same thing as the night before, not much, but the girls are nice, cool and super "abstract". They also like abstract guys like themselves. Lau is abstract, I'm not... but they still like me though. They did ketamine again and I did well to decline their invitation since I was going to see my girlfriend P' and apart from that anyway it is better to limit any addiction to "the night": alcohol, cigarettes, weed, hard drugs, but also movies and TV series and sex, although for the latest it's not always the case but one thing is certain: it too often remains addictive although it is ultimately the most natural and least harmful of all drugs. But oddly and still nowadays the most shameful one too.
P' called me. We had planned to meet after nearly a week without seeing each other. Then she wrote on WhatsApp, an app for smartphones with free chat, that she was on her way. 15 minutes later she was already at the door of the building while I was not nearly ready and then she threatened me to leave soon if I didn't go down immediately. Thus I had to put on a jacket in a sec and without even saying goodbye to the girls I slammed the door exasperated by her impatient and totalitarian attitude. I then had to catch up with her on the street after she had already started to leave.
Tenacious anger from the beginning for both parties. 5 minutes later it's too much useless arguing and I kiss her forcefully and said "goodbye, we must take a break!" and I start to walk away but the sadness overwhelms us both and I go back to her in a hug and even though she has her moments and her pride she's mature enough to not refuse it, to make up... again. No, I cannot do that (I said), I cannot.
We both calm down and decide to walk around in the Born to finally land in a restaurant for "tapas exoticas" called "Mosquito" where we revel in delicious dumplings for her and in a wonton soup for me both accompanied by a Vietnamese coffee. We kept talking for hours.
We leave by 9PM and not far away, in that same "Carders street", we sympathize with a Chinese couple, the merchants of a bag's shop, after starting to communicate in their native language. I talk a little Mandarin to them and P' continues to enchant them with her irresistible charms and after a little and accelerated course of Kung Fu gave by the husband the two girls exchanged their phone numbers to be able to stroll around together on the next day, sunday! Who said that the Chinese were cold and distant?
I escorted my love to the Rambla and after a long goodbye still far too short I went back home working on my blog ...
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