Re: Society's unspoken thoughts

Hi Stahn!!!

So happy to see you!

Big Hug!

Just now, when I saw your nick, I suddenly was remembering a long gone day I had in Stockholm. I was walking the streets of "Gamla Stan", (Good Old Town.)

Gamla Stan, in Stockholm is the Old Town. It is the most beautiful part of the city, with narrow streets and nice architectural buildings.

I was there, in the capitol, alone in this (for me,) huge city for the first time. It was many, many years ago. I was a still a young and inexperienced teenager.

In these picturesque old streets of Gamla Stan, this beautiful young prostitute girl were coming up to me, she looked at me with the most green and beautiful eyes I have ever seen. (It was before the contact lenses came out on the market. And also LONG before the coloured contact lenses came out... So I am quite sure it was her original eye colour.) She just wanted to talk. She was the most lovely (and sexy) young woman, ever: I guess she was 18+.

She was blonde, cute, not too tall, and she had the most beautiful green eyes, and looked up at me. She stared at me and smiled...

(I was still a virgin, and it was so strange for me to stand there talking to this most beautiful girl with those green, green eyes, knowing that IF I wanted this extremely hot and beautiful woman, I could have her...) In my teens I was VERY shy, and not like before: In my tweens, I "seduced" almost every boy and girl in my class, and everybody else in my age range... (Well, we didn't know how to fuck or what to do with the "sexy body parts" we had...)

So, now, even many years after, I still remember those beautiful, green eyes looking at me, smilingly.

I also went to the Stockholm museum that same day, it was the very first time I was at a real, proper museum! And I actually touched a Rembrandt.... (I was not allowed to do so, of course, but I "HAD TO" DO IT... I stretched my upper body and hand over the ropes, and I touched only in the very corner of the painting. I remember I was thinking: "There's nothing important there in that area of the painting."

But I felt so bad about it. Cause I knew it was very bad to touch this famous painting with my fingers.) But I also felt like: this is my only opportunity in life for me, to touch a Rembrandt...

Another thing happened too, that day, but it will give too much information about me and my person, if I told about it. But I can say that I was very embarrassed about what happened, but I was even more proud about how I handled it. I felt I managed this situation as a real "Man," And after the incident I was so very proud that I could solve this problem in such a good way. And I felt very mature. Hehe.

What a day it was. :) It was a day I remember still now, so many years later.

Hugs Stahn! Thanks for giving me these memories, just by seeing your nick...

Miss you!!!

Hugs, B.