Should I say I knew it?
I knew Andreas will be back and he is.
Today I went to see him in his place, after short conversation on GG and his complains about not feeling well. Despite the fact that I don’t like his place because it is small, and in the basement. It is such small a place I hate it.
When I got there he welcomed me and offered coffee. I accepted and ended up drinking three cups. We talked a bit about his health situation, which does not look promising. I did not want to stay there for too long and we decided to go to the Production Company WFDiF, which is located near his apartment building. The movie and TV production company can be described as something like Polish Hollywood in the middle of Warsaw. There are production offices of many studios and agencies there, which I thought would be helpful to me.
We went there, none of it was helpful. I got one telephone number and one business card. Better this than nothing. Of course girls who were sitting at the agencies told me that their lists are closed and they do not accept anymore actors.
That’s the example how stupid show business people can be.
We left the place and went over my house where I made a very nice dinner. Juicy steak with the sauce of my own recipe, boiled, not baked potatoes, and cucumbers. Andreas loved it so did I. I have one more portion of the meat left for tomorrow. I do not have any wine though and won’t be able to make my sauce.
No money honey.
I don’t care.
Anyway, we ate our dinner and when we finished and I washed the dishes Andreas decided to fix a leak in my kitchen sink. He has hands made of gold when it comes to such repairs.
Of course he fixed it and he told me afterwards that he loves to do things like that. It relaxes him.
Oh my God!
I want him to be with me for ever! I know how to cook, he loves my cooking and he knows how to fix things including the cars…We are made for each other.
Mentally we are good for each other too. What is different and not so different is that we do like to have sex with younger guys. Well, he suits me well in this department too, after all he is only 25 years old, but I do not suit him. I told him he could have as many young guys as he wants. He can have any 18-teen or 20 years old boob anytime and I won’t get jealous. It is only a meaningless sex.
It didn’t look like I was pushing the issue down his throat. I just told him and described it to him so he could see it.
I am OK with the situation we got right now as long as it is as it is, calm and friendly on my side, and sometimes nutty on his side. I understand his needs to be a nut from time to time and his antics, although sometime seem to be a bit too much to take, I am able to tolerate and deal with. I told him about it and he laughed.
When he fixed my kitchen sink he decided to put my plant into a new pot. I did not have any soil for a plant so he took my dogs and went downstairs to the garden to dig some of it and bring it upstairs. I cleaned the pot and after few moments he was back with whole bag of soil. Some old lady screamed at him when she saw him digging it and putting it away into a plastic shopping bag. He told her to shut up. I laughed because when he described the lady to me I recognized an old witch from the house next door, which does nothing but spies on her neighbors.
He fixed the plant and few minutes later decided to bathe my dog Gina which smelled badly from some crap she picked up on her coat from the garden.
I was getting tired. This boy is tireless. He bathed Gina, dried her with dirty bed linen and let her out of the bathroom.
I went to bed. We watched television for a while, or should I say I tried to watch it and he tried to make me laugh telling me about the idea to put a laxative in a beer of one of guys we do not like.
At about 9:45 pm he left. He needed to take his medication, which was in his house. Of course I understand it and bid him good bye together with a big kiss.
I told him that I love him.
Why not?
I do.
