Thinking about girls and boys, men and women, g-strings and boxers or whatever... about all of those differences that make us two genders I am beginning to wonder how comes that we are so different? You know folks, when I said that it's wonderful to have an Italian boyfriend....well I am not gonna say anything against him, but just mention that he is a man as well, and according to this fact we are not just from different countries, but maybe from different planets. At least today I felt so. They say that women are from Venus and men from Mars. Well, I would agree at this point. We are not just from Italy and Slovenia, we are from f***ing different worlds. Man can really piss you off, and than just continue to keep on with this angry vibe - maybe intentionally, maybe not. Anyhow, I had one of those freaking Skype moments when you are about to throw computer to the floor (and regret it afterwards).
I am about to enter to those days of the month when you mark the calendar with the red spot, meaning I am waiting for my period to come and consequentially I am in this "moody mood" - just like the weather in April. I am also about to go to Italy and meet the parents and change the country (again) and freeze my ass off there. I am supposed to be on the diet but actually all I do in these days is eating. My hair should grow faster. I smoke 2 much. My nails are not in the best condition and I am full of pimples.
You see.... A girl in this condition(s) (according to me) is not really the right person to talk about the EX-files with. A girl in this condition(s) doesn't really listen to herself and all she can hear from others finds offensive. A girl in this condition(s) is not supposed to say sorry for her (over)reactions and is not supposed to regret what she says. A girl in this condition(s) has a right to be moody and angry and pissed off and the worst person to have conversation with and to scream and to eat her nails. A girl has a right to have her premenstrual syndrome (PMS) mood, ok?
And a guy that has to deal with the girl with the PMS should know that the girl has her PMS although she doesn't tell him. The guy should never not call the girl or not send her an SMS after she yells at him or ignore her. No, the opposite - the guy should just understand the situation although it is almost impossible to understand it. Anyway, a girl after the loud and moody part of the story of course feels weird, nervous, shitty, whatever... of course she talks about it with friends (female or gay) and of course they all understand her. And a girl after that kind of event checks her mobile 7 times per hour, her mail 4 times per evening, and her MSN and Skype accounts several times... And for sure she is destroyed by the fact that there is no new messages, mails or any kind of voice from the male player of the game she is playing.... Ah, if guys only knew how we girls are, what is going on in our heads underneath of all that hair, the world would be a miracle.
Well, whatever, never mind - the point of this post is only one: dear period, just come or we'll all go crazy :-)