When you’re hot…

…you’re hot, and when you’re not, you’re not…

What could be in the brains of those guys who secretly admire you? What are they thinking about when you say goodbye and turn around on your heels? Do they sigh? Do they feel some kind of emptiness in their stomach? Do they already think about tomorrow when they are going to see you again? I kind of know what a woman feels like when she knows that’s it for the day with her secret crush. But what is a guy thinking of?

When they talk to you, their secret infatuation, they would get short of breath, they would blush, they would speak hastily without saying anything, and they would perform whatever is necessary to keep your eyes on them for another minute. Puppy love is oh so sweet. Especially when spring brings piles of snow and daylight saving time.

When life is not inspiring anymore

It’s been a while. And I haven’t managed to squeeze my now-well-organized-life to get at least one drop of inspiration. Everything is perfectly aligned and polished like the window of an old craft store. I cannot look outside and you cannot really see inside. Your eye would get caught by intricate handcrafted boats and terrifying bear claws, long strips of fur and colorful beads.

Why does my life look like the window of an Eskimo craft shop? Maybe because it’s still freezing outside and I have no other merchandise to display. Or maybe because I cannot decide yet whether to move south, start a new life and drink pina coladas or live here with my old past.