Saturday at last...

and so what? Let's go back one day.

Last night Sonya came home with a statue of an Africa goddess of
fertility... Frankly I thought it was a family size dildo that could
have been used by 5 or 6 women at least at the same time but it was a
goddess and I was reminded that I am a right bastard and close to
misogyny. Frankly is getting better, last time I was beyond
misanthropy. Anyway, she cooked a lovely meal and it was really nice
hugging and cuddling to each other on the couch looking at the city
melting outside. No sex, no fun... Month things... All went well until
she woke me up early this morning crying and sobbing... She told me
that in my sleep I was calling a lady's name. I told her that she was
my Pilates instructor and that we have been talking a bit the day
before so it is fairly normal. She said that I told her about the
Pilates but the name I was calling was Anna, not Simona... Jeez... I
cannot believe I have been calling the name of a pro... I started
laughing and I told her that I had an argument at work with Anna, one
of my HR people, due to my holidays been cancelled without notice
after I booked the trip and bla bla bla bla... she told me that she
trusted me but that there is something wrong in me lately and she
doesn't know what to think. she wants a proof that I really love her.
Marrying her? She said that it is not all, getting married and if I
don't know how to prove it, means that I don't love her. This was my
breakfast. Waiting for dinner now. Anyway, I went to the usual jog but
in a different location. I went to do my 10 kms run around Lake
Albano. It was good there, 10 Kms in 50 minutes. Not the best of times
but the trail is a mountain bike one so you can imagine how bad it can
be. Ok, must go, someone at the door. It could be Simona ahhahahahha