midweek fragments
Yesterday I went for a nice drink with Vanja. She has a boyfriend now, who sounds like a great guy. But as it is with many people, once they have the "perfect" thing, it gets boring and they want something else. So after 1 month she is doubting to stay with him. I swear, I never wanna be like that!
But it was lots of fun. We always laugh so much, that many people in the pub are watching us with smiles on their faces.
In the evening I got online and had a nice chat with Ralph, one of the best friends of Philip. He had come online especially to talk to me and see how things were evolving. He gave me some nice tips and says I have to keep sending messages to start a friendship. I said that I didn't wanna appear like a stalker, sending messages, but he said that Philip never answers a message if he isn't enjoying the messages. So that was good news, since Philip answers my messages positively.
Than I had really strange dreams. I dreamed about Sunanda who looked like a mix between a punk and a gay, with dyed white hair and all pierced ears.
I also dreamed about Srila Gurudeva. A devotee next to me was looking for a bhajan in a songbook. So she motioned to Srila Gurudeva that she couldn't find the song and Srila Gurudeva motioned that she was looking in the wrong book. But it was in such a sweet way and with such a loving smile.
But it was lots of fun. We always laugh so much, that many people in the pub are watching us with smiles on their faces.
In the evening I got online and had a nice chat with Ralph, one of the best friends of Philip. He had come online especially to talk to me and see how things were evolving. He gave me some nice tips and says I have to keep sending messages to start a friendship. I said that I didn't wanna appear like a stalker, sending messages, but he said that Philip never answers a message if he isn't enjoying the messages. So that was good news, since Philip answers my messages positively.
Than I had really strange dreams. I dreamed about Sunanda who looked like a mix between a punk and a gay, with dyed white hair and all pierced ears.
I also dreamed about Srila Gurudeva. A devotee next to me was looking for a bhajan in a songbook. So she motioned to Srila Gurudeva that she couldn't find the song and Srila Gurudeva motioned that she was looking in the wrong book. But it was in such a sweet way and with such a loving smile.