The Monologues of the Master

The day actually started decent. For the first time in a while my cold was on the retreat and the guy from work and travel called to offer me some jobs for the week. A decent start. It did get better when the girl with the right prioritites (less talk more action) called me and asked if she could see me one last time before going back to Taiwan. I was a bit puzzled as it's an uncommon occurence that someone call their one night stand to have a farewell beer but I reckoned she helped me out last week so the least I could do was to pay her back by honouring her request.

 

While waiting for the girl at the train station I got an unexpected call from the model agency which ripped me off by taking shoddier pics than I can take myself and putting me on place 1500 on their homepage. For this offence the charged me money. My attitude towards them did not improve when they a month or two later sent me a text about "an incredible opportunity" which turned out to be some retard company gathering a lot of people to take pictures of their hands(!) and then give the money to the person with the hottest (!) hand. Since I did not have the hottest hand (probably due to the fact that I used to pound my locker hard every time I did not get a HD in High School, even though actually had pretty great grades this still behavour has still given me a few scars on my hands)

 

This time however they called me instead of texting me and they wanted to book me up all day next Wednesday. Provided that they are not fucking me over again, they will probably pay me. If I get paid for working for a model agency I can honestly claim to be a model which will help convince women that I am a catch. So hopefully I will soon be winning!

 

The day continued to be good. The girl turned out to be more attractive when the sun was shining and I was not shaking from cold. Her main reason for seeing me was that she wanted a mugshot of me and her  for her "White Devils I Have known and Loved" gallery. When I asked her for a farewell gift she was not negative to concept of giving me one, and this was where the day peaked at 4 pm.

 

You see the concept of giving someone a farewell gift while being at a bar is the ability to sneak away unnoticed to the bathroom. This is normally easy (one party goes to the toilet, the other party follows a minute later) but with a shitload of bags (Since she was heading to the airport) it was fucking impossible to pull off (Obviously not impossible in the true sense, but still too high difficulty level).

 

A clear indication the day was going downhill. 

 

When I a few hours later got back to the Junction, I also got another demoralizing call. Some recruiter.. "yeah I am calling from bla bla bla interesting resume bla bla bla, what VISA are you on? " Me "I am on a student Visa" Recruiter "And I am not interested anymore, good bye" 

In the evening I went to the Anka residence to help Anna Anka with her studies. the ultimate proof that the day was going downhill. In theory I am getting paid for my assistance but in practise she is as good at paying as the Greek government is. I did get something out of this tedious excercise however, as I told her to link my blog on facebook. Apparently people are reading her posts so I got a record number of visitors 

 

So to summarise the day:

 

Pros:

A woman wanted a mugshot of me and her proving that she saw me as a catch (You never ever ever, save the mug shoot of yourself and your disgusting one nighters)

The blog got readers

 

Cons

I was cockblocked by the womans luggage.

Another stupid recruiter dissed me completely because of my fucking student visa!

 

As I told Miss Anka to write I am single in her link to my blog this I what I am looking for. Since I have never been interested in political correctness in my blog, the description below is what I am actually looking for:

 

"I am looking for a woman (not a gay or tranny) who is fun to talk to, but does not overemphasize the talking part of a relationship. In the best of worlds you like sports banging and lasertag. It's good if you have some feminine interests as well such as shopping or whatever as I think it's good thing if my girlfriend hangs out with her female friends every now and then so the relationship is not too clingy. I can't emphasize enough though that it's an advantage if you share these interests with your friends to a much higher extent than you share them with me. In the best of worlds you are stunning hot, 175 cm tall and weigh around 60-65 kilos. 

 

PS. since my bank statement is a depressing read I am flexibile with most criteria in this description"

 

//Mastern