Aerospace
Don Juan
Starring: me, Sam, AKA Aerospace and Carol, a beautiful brazilian model I met online sometime ago. We also had our first date. It went wonderfully, obviously without efforts from my side to get any kind of kiss-close. I like to play it cool. But today something strange happened. Read this conversation and tell me what you think about it. I need your opinion, my friends.
Sam: Hi, dear. How are you doing?
Carol: Hi sweetie. I’m fine. What about you?
Sam: A little tired, but everything’s fine. Gimme a hug, now!
Carol: A hug to my sweetie!
Sam: Oh, that wasn’t bad, but you can do better! (I give her instructions on how to hug me…)
Carol: Ok, dear. Next time we meet I’ll embrace you so tight that it will resemble a fight!
Sam: Oh, be easy on me. Remember we’re just friends…
Carol: Are we something else? Obviously we’re just mates!
Sam: Yes… what about our children, my dear? Are they fine? Ah ah ah! Can I ask you the most embarassing question of your life?
Carol: Sure you can!
Sam: Did you free a spot for us to meet and have fun this weekend?
Carol: Wanna hear my embarassing answer?
Sam: Yes. Go on, make me breathless…
Carol: I think I may begin to like you really much. My little heart is so fragile, I don’t want to confuse things. Nothing, for this weekend.
Sam: Can I ask keep on embarassing you, honey?
Carol: Yes, my dear. Tell me…
Sam: Well… you are a bit hasty, you know it? I just wanted to be friends, first…
Carol: Oh…
Sam: You’re not bad too, you have a lot of qualities. But I don’t know much about you… That’s why I wanted to meet you, just for the sake of getting to know you better… But once you tell me that you don’t want to meet me, I immediately forget all the sweet words you use to tell me and think you’re just trying to dump me or something like this. Maybe you’re not a stereotypical girl, I may be wrong. Am I?
Carol: I’m not hasty. But I cannot stop my feelings, I use to fall in love so rapidly. I don’t ask nothing from you.
Sam: How tender, dear. Keep on making me all fuzzy inside.
Carol: I’d like to be your friend, because that’s what you want us to become. I suffer when I am forced to stand near someone I like yet cannot touch him. It’s so strange for me. It’s the first time it happens. I don’t want to get hurt. Why I’m so tender?
Sam: I know you want to meet me as much as I want to meet you!
Carol: Even more!
Sam: I’m starting to feel a bit disgusted by this drama. Are we going to meet or not, cherie?
Carol: We’re definitely going to have a rendez-vous, but not this week. I just want this feeling to fade away.
Sam: Why would you want this feeling to fade? It’s a crime to get to love little Sam, dear?
Carol: No… it’s a beautiful thing, instead. I don’t even know how to explain it to you… I’ve started to write your short messages and mails on my diary. I’ve never done such a thing. It frightens me…
Sam: How tender. But it’s a wonderful thing. Why not bask inside it like we should?
Carol: You’re so sweet, and strange… I don’t want to hurt you, even if you would never be hurt.
Sam: I won’t get hurt by meeting you. I’ll get hurt as soon as I realize this is just a cliché, a mind-trick you’re playing on me. But you’re so tender, lately, it’s like a little flower is blossoming inside you day after day.
Carol: You see it? You’re so sweet… I got hurt many times. My heart is a bit dubious now. But I feel that with you it would be different. I would like it to be.
Sam: I can understand you.
Carol: But at the same time it makes me afraid. So let’s avoid this thing.
Sam: Avoid? Wow… what a wonderful weekend awaits me… oh, the humanity! Wanna know a thing? You’re giving me a bunch of compliments, making my cheeks all red. But if this is only a cliché. ‘Cause I’ve heard this rethoric countless times from a bunch of girls, now lost in my memory. Remember, my dear, that actions speak louder than words. You don’t want to see me.
Carol: Do not confuse things. You’re hurting me this way. What I mean is that I’m falling in love with you… in love! Don’t know how it happened. And this isn’t the right time!
Sam: Oh, it’s all so wonderful. I can almost hear the birds singing. Cannot really grasp your problem.
Carol: My problem is you’re not as attracted as me.
Sam: No, false. Instead, I feel something for you. But I need time to know you better.
Carol: You don’t want to understand… and I want to know you better…
Sam: I’m so confused… it seems like a cliché… but you’re so sweet. It’s kind of a dilemma.
Carol: I’ll wait the day in which you’ll be able to fly with me.
Sam: What happens now?
Carol: It never happened to me… It’s hard for me to fall in love. Since we started to talk I understood you were special. And when I saw you for the first time, oh snap!
Sam: I even wrote a letter to you, like a did for an old one-itis of mine. I think I’ll break it into countless little pieces, like I did with the other one.
Carol: I’m not a cliché. We’re so different. But a day you’ll realize it. You’re different! Oh, Sam…
Sam: Oh, how much I’d like to meet you this weekend…
Carol: You’re failing my trust, Sam…
Sam: Answer the phone, Carolyne!
Carol: No. I’m feeling bad, now. Really! I’m asking nothing to you. Only a bit of time. See you next weekend, ok? Do not trash your letter, I beg you. Please!
Sam: We’ll meet next week? How wonderful, are you serious?
Carol: Sure! Yes, really!
Sam: You’re always my friend. Did you get offended?
Carol: No, I want to become your best friend…
Sam: You said I failed you early. Did you eat a piece of your brain while typing?
Carol: Sorry, I’m a fool! But it will fade away. Just a thing. I know you want my friendship, but don’t call me ‘friend’ of ‘mate’… ok? Please, little puppy… Promise me!
Sam: Ok, I’ll call you ladybug... Now close your eyes, pretend I’m hugging you. Feel our cheeks that are touching… my arms protecting your body, your perfume that mingles with mine…
Carol: Please… stop it! Now I’ve gotta go… Kisses kisses kisses! Bye Sam!
Sam: Do not forget, me ok? See ya!
Carol: Bye Sam!
Sam: Hi, dear. How are you doing?
Carol: Hi sweetie. I’m fine. What about you?
Sam: A little tired, but everything’s fine. Gimme a hug, now!
Carol: A hug to my sweetie!
Sam: Oh, that wasn’t bad, but you can do better! (I give her instructions on how to hug me…)
Carol: Ok, dear. Next time we meet I’ll embrace you so tight that it will resemble a fight!
Sam: Oh, be easy on me. Remember we’re just friends…
Carol: Are we something else? Obviously we’re just mates!
Sam: Yes… what about our children, my dear? Are they fine? Ah ah ah! Can I ask you the most embarassing question of your life?
Carol: Sure you can!
Sam: Did you free a spot for us to meet and have fun this weekend?
Carol: Wanna hear my embarassing answer?
Sam: Yes. Go on, make me breathless…
Carol: I think I may begin to like you really much. My little heart is so fragile, I don’t want to confuse things. Nothing, for this weekend.
Sam: Can I ask keep on embarassing you, honey?
Carol: Yes, my dear. Tell me…
Sam: Well… you are a bit hasty, you know it? I just wanted to be friends, first…
Carol: Oh…
Sam: You’re not bad too, you have a lot of qualities. But I don’t know much about you… That’s why I wanted to meet you, just for the sake of getting to know you better… But once you tell me that you don’t want to meet me, I immediately forget all the sweet words you use to tell me and think you’re just trying to dump me or something like this. Maybe you’re not a stereotypical girl, I may be wrong. Am I?
Carol: I’m not hasty. But I cannot stop my feelings, I use to fall in love so rapidly. I don’t ask nothing from you.
Sam: How tender, dear. Keep on making me all fuzzy inside.
Carol: I’d like to be your friend, because that’s what you want us to become. I suffer when I am forced to stand near someone I like yet cannot touch him. It’s so strange for me. It’s the first time it happens. I don’t want to get hurt. Why I’m so tender?
Sam: I know you want to meet me as much as I want to meet you!
Carol: Even more!
Sam: I’m starting to feel a bit disgusted by this drama. Are we going to meet or not, cherie?
Carol: We’re definitely going to have a rendez-vous, but not this week. I just want this feeling to fade away.
Sam: Why would you want this feeling to fade? It’s a crime to get to love little Sam, dear?
Carol: No… it’s a beautiful thing, instead. I don’t even know how to explain it to you… I’ve started to write your short messages and mails on my diary. I’ve never done such a thing. It frightens me…
Sam: How tender. But it’s a wonderful thing. Why not bask inside it like we should?
Carol: You’re so sweet, and strange… I don’t want to hurt you, even if you would never be hurt.
Sam: I won’t get hurt by meeting you. I’ll get hurt as soon as I realize this is just a cliché, a mind-trick you’re playing on me. But you’re so tender, lately, it’s like a little flower is blossoming inside you day after day.
Carol: You see it? You’re so sweet… I got hurt many times. My heart is a bit dubious now. But I feel that with you it would be different. I would like it to be.
Sam: I can understand you.
Carol: But at the same time it makes me afraid. So let’s avoid this thing.
Sam: Avoid? Wow… what a wonderful weekend awaits me… oh, the humanity! Wanna know a thing? You’re giving me a bunch of compliments, making my cheeks all red. But if this is only a cliché. ‘Cause I’ve heard this rethoric countless times from a bunch of girls, now lost in my memory. Remember, my dear, that actions speak louder than words. You don’t want to see me.
Carol: Do not confuse things. You’re hurting me this way. What I mean is that I’m falling in love with you… in love! Don’t know how it happened. And this isn’t the right time!
Sam: Oh, it’s all so wonderful. I can almost hear the birds singing. Cannot really grasp your problem.
Carol: My problem is you’re not as attracted as me.
Sam: No, false. Instead, I feel something for you. But I need time to know you better.
Carol: You don’t want to understand… and I want to know you better…
Sam: I’m so confused… it seems like a cliché… but you’re so sweet. It’s kind of a dilemma.
Carol: I’ll wait the day in which you’ll be able to fly with me.
Sam: What happens now?
Carol: It never happened to me… It’s hard for me to fall in love. Since we started to talk I understood you were special. And when I saw you for the first time, oh snap!
Sam: I even wrote a letter to you, like a did for an old one-itis of mine. I think I’ll break it into countless little pieces, like I did with the other one.
Carol: I’m not a cliché. We’re so different. But a day you’ll realize it. You’re different! Oh, Sam…
Sam: Oh, how much I’d like to meet you this weekend…
Carol: You’re failing my trust, Sam…
Sam: Answer the phone, Carolyne!
Carol: No. I’m feeling bad, now. Really! I’m asking nothing to you. Only a bit of time. See you next weekend, ok? Do not trash your letter, I beg you. Please!
Sam: We’ll meet next week? How wonderful, are you serious?
Carol: Sure! Yes, really!
Sam: You’re always my friend. Did you get offended?
Carol: No, I want to become your best friend…
Sam: You said I failed you early. Did you eat a piece of your brain while typing?
Carol: Sorry, I’m a fool! But it will fade away. Just a thing. I know you want my friendship, but don’t call me ‘friend’ of ‘mate’… ok? Please, little puppy… Promise me!
Sam: Ok, I’ll call you ladybug... Now close your eyes, pretend I’m hugging you. Feel our cheeks that are touching… my arms protecting your body, your perfume that mingles with mine…
Carol: Please… stop it! Now I’ve gotta go… Kisses kisses kisses! Bye Sam!
Sam: Do not forget, me ok? See ya!
Carol: Bye Sam!
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