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The Student Park has been transformed some years ago into a rich man’s club, this is where they have made some deals, one of them may have been the crime of the century in these parts – the Microsoft Case, wherein some ‘wise guys’ concocted a scheme of getting software licenses in huge numbers from the Gates’ company and thus had a major discount, only they would make the state pay through the nose and hundreds of millions of dollars were involved, maybe north of a billion, given that you had all state institutions, their millions of employees using computers and having to pay for the rights…so many went to jail, except the owner of the strand and a couple of other ‘goodfellas’ , who would ‘rat’ on the team of knaves, scoundrels that had taken baksheesh and got rich…

 

But this was the same place where we would go in the eighties to have a bath in the disgusting, dirty waters of one of the lakes, at times we would swim across, where there was a small pajiste, where sometimes there would be nudists (a form of protest in those times we could argue), sped time in the sun, pretend to study in the ‘session’ and in the evening, dance at the disco, sometimes enjoy a show…

There was the Poezia Muzicii Tinere aka Poetry of Young Music, a one man show with Florian Pittis, who read from the magic Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, using Beatles songs http://realini.blogspot.com/2016/06/song-of-myself-by-walt-whitman-dazzling.html Norocel, for some years my best friend, maybe the only one – there is nobody left, ergo these notes written for all and nobody in particular – knew the whole spectacle by heart, but then he had such an incredible memory that he had assimilated poems by Paunescu and so many more, we could spend days on end listening to him…

 

The Studentesc was also the place for shagging, this is where I met Diana – if that was her name – and used a strategy that was responsible for between sixty and ninety percent of the around two thousand or more lays that are the subject of this incipient book – send a message to preorder and get an autographed copy of the upcoming bestseller – and which we could summarize in ‘can we talk and assuming the answer was yes (which was only in a fraction of situations, let us not fall into statistics again) we would proceed to stage two in the scenario which would have me proposing a test…

To see if we are supposed to keep talking, perhaps see that we have something – here there would be some jokes, maybe along the lines of ‘we could be meant to stay together…forever’ or mention the Plato story of the separated spheres (we will not get into the details of that, unless you, the client requires and if we make this interactive, for some surcharge, you could have me write the whole thing to you, in my own interpretation, unique, abstract, resplendent style, or you could just see it on the Wikipedia page) with all of us looking for the perfect half, or whatever got the attention at the moment, it could be some inspiration, ‘I am a river to my people’, those familiar with my prose know that I jump from one subject to another ad nauseam and therefore, that would be how the talking, Young Rhea would work

 

‘The Test’ was supposed to have been elaborated by top scientists and shown to work, although it was also potentially just a personal sort of scam (we could look at it as a brilliant innovation, it depends one where you sit) and it involved something like ‘you are on a cruise ship, and then there is a shipwreck and like Robinson Crusoe, you end up on this exotique island in the Caribbean or Pacific where there are no natives…

I am the only companion you have, for I have also been on the cruise ship and we are the only survivors, or just the tow of us landed on the isolated place anyway – if I were to give the speech today, I would introduce the idea of Hedonic Adaptation and the myth of the Pacific, Caribbean Island, explained in the magnificent Stumbling On Happiness by Harvard Professor Daniel Gilbert http://realini.blogspot.com/2013/06/stumbling-on-happiness-by-david-gilbert.html - and there were fewer words, or more, depending on the mood of the ‘target’, which would be using The thin Slicing Theory…

 

This is explained in another classic of psychology, Blink – The Power of Thinking Without Thinking by Malcolm Gladwell http://realini.blogspot.com/2013/05/blink-power-of-thinking-without.html and then we would move on towards the climax of the narrative, for one day or night, I would come about, kiss the only living person on the deserted, isolated island and then continue and cover her all with pupici…

What would she say to that, what the reaction would be was the question, but of course, much, if not all would have been inferred by her gestures, expression of the face, the attitude of hostility – most often, probably (way) north of ninety percent – and then the final would bring us in a limited number of situation to the place where that imagined tropical paradise allows us to move it to where…we were.

 

When there was no rejection and the picture seemed from Gauguin http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/05/the-way-to-paradise-by-mario-vargas.html I would insist that the kisses would also be ‘between the legs’ or used some other euphemism – this was an Age of Innocence, and girls would clearly covet this act, but nobody was there to offer it…well, few were, and I have the proof in the stunning numbers of women that would say yes and then consequently have sex with me, so that they could enjoy, or at least experience cunnilingus, to see how it is…let me mention this situation in Mamaia, at the Rex Hotel, where we had the AT&T week of meetings and training, and I met this woman, went through the motions of the ‘Two of Us on The Island’ tale and she says no, going to her room from mine, only for her roommate to show up at my door, just minutes later…

The friend had told her about my test and the other was clearly more than eager and curious, so she said ‘if you do not want this, then I do’ came to the fellow offering it (again, proof that there was not much in the offer and demand balance there and then) and said she is here, undressed, showed the underwear with the Rolling Stone tongue on it (now that I look back, she must have taken it for the special occasion, as a joke, but it could have indicated that the girl had thought about this, maybe had expected it for a long, long time) and then I obliged and made the Pacific Land situation real, at least for a while…

 

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In a Hideous Kinky Situation

 

In a Hideous Kinky Situation

 

 

Perhaps the most beautiful girl that I have been lucky (?) enough to meet and befriend was Nicky and she has marked a low point in my bond with Danny O, who would pay in time the ‘virtual slap’ received – we were both doing the Jordanian Beano (the one where we take them out for a trip we had organized outside the official framework and then we shared the profit – 60/40 to the chagrin of The Apprentice – not far from the Ceausescu residence at Neptune, madness, but then such a safe place to deal with cash, you would not have any hoodlum right there) when we came across this Stunning Beauty, having her own initiation into the hospitality business at the Otopeni Airport and then a rare chance offered itself…

 

As it sometimes happens, you have all the mirth, luck, thrown at you compacted and limited to just those few days, and at that particular time, I had already met the second most gorgeous – there could be a retrospective, virtual, with Artificial Intelligence help Beauty Pageant to see who is there in the big final…Nicky, Nicole, Miss Romania and who else – Fatal attraction and that was Nicole, her name being another outré coincidence, first and second place both named Nicoleta, one going for Nicky and the other for Nicole – the latter had been with her mother at the baths in Caciulata, where I was doing my stint as guide for old, under treatment visitors from Israel and we hit it off, in spite of her previous attachment to a large, tall, mustachioed fellow who would take her to Germany, extracting her from the country wide commie jail, so this was a known fact and there was no way around it…

Therefore in some way, what I did was not the apogee of the knave, for Nicole would abandon me at some stage and free herself in West Germany, the awkward situation where I just left the train a little ahead of the station could be labeled in various ways – rude, showing disrespect to a woman, disconsidering the possibility that she may just dump the heavy moustache and opt for yours truly – but the fact is that I was disloyal, vicious, maybe even Machiavellian (only I do not think I have put much thought into it, on the contrary, it might have been the cliché ‘the other head was doing the analysis’) towards ‘poor and now one of the richest’ Danny O, who asked for a date, then got one and we all went to the…Baneasa Forest.

 

The Nightingales was a ‘posh’ place – if that was the name and evidently, we are talking bleak, Animal Farm days – and this were we came with two stunning beauties, Nicole and Nicky, and somehow I would leave with them both, not for a ménage a trois (it tickles the old skin to think of that nonetheless), with Nicole in the car, but with Nicky metaphorically, for I do not know how it had happened, but while we were all four sitting together, we would change alliances – it could be that Danny was not (still isn’t we could propose) exactly the best looking male you could imagine, then there is the Proustian adage that ‘we want what we do not have’ and probably Nicky felt an impulse to test her powers and snatch me from Nicole…she would call me at my next destination – the ONT would send me to another back water, the dead resort of Covasna (on the sexual side however, in the ten days or two weeks, there have been three ‘conquests’ and the coitus was nice, in that selfish, bastardly manner and I still think of that town as a possible destination for some vacation, to be taken soon Insha’Allah) and Nicky’s father was a big shot in Telecom and she could call without limit (back in the day, one would pay for these feasts or ‘interurban’ calls) and we started an interesting, tumultuous relationship…

 

Nicky was a virgin and let me say right here, upfront, that about one year into our ‘romance’ I would take off, and she would still be Virgo intacta, in spite of the ‘abnormal’ sex we would have, which would mean sixty nine a few times, but mostly it would be fellatio, starting from the first of 1988, after we had spent the New Year’s Eve mostly on a corridor, I had been assigned to take a bus of Brits to Poiana – and let me repeat, without the connections and deprived of the nepotistic connections that ruled the roost, I had to alternate between obnoxious offers and more attractive prospects, the latter would not be on the table without the former – and had been hoping that we would have a place at the table, enjoy the ‘revelion’ and then spend time tougher, only they had not remembered that there would be a poor donkey coming to do this menial job and he has to eat someplace and it was rather lamentable.

Unless of course we would remember that we were ‘in love ‘and that was Total, Absolute Bliss and we have to look at the definition that Charlie Partana aka Jack Nicholson gives in the memorable Prizzi’s Honor, where he says ‘in love is temporary, he has read it in a magazine’ –this is when he wears a canary yellow jacket, somewhere in California, where he meets with Kathleen Turner, who plays a killer, they are both professional hit persons, man and woman - http://realini.blogspot.com/2017/02/note-on-prizzis-honor-directed-by-john.html

 

There is also the monumental The Leopard by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa http://realini.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-leopard-by-giuseppe-tomasi-di.html which I am finishing one of these days – a clever note will be posted on the blog afterwards, so check out, subscribe, like, share – in which the marvelous author speaks about Angelica and her state of being ‘in love’, anticipating some cracks, a potential cooling or even breakdown in their future marriage, which I may have to read about in the next couple of days…

On the way back from Poiana, we stopped in Busteni, at the only major, important, probably reasonable place there, and we argued quite a bit, the frustration of being ‘together’ for some weeks or months now without intercourse leading to the same, old reproach that you do not care, love me enough and this is not going anywhere – her father was very strict and intransigent, or so he thought, his limits and rules would have a restrictive effect for some time, until the dam would break that is and then, he would clearly have had a heart attack to know that his pure daughter would suck a penis

 

It is hazy and I can only hope there was no slap (and to think I complained so much after the Will Smith Oscar incident) just some pushing there, but the result is that she started having sex with me, in the only form that would keep it going – without compromising the virginity, which would be there to be inspected, if the tyrannical parent would decide to check the state of the nation – and when she would trade me for Marius, she was ‘still intact’…come to think of it, she did have a habit of going from one fellow to his ‘alleged friend’ and even if it would be Realini who would say ‘look, I am marrying this English girl and escape from this Hades’ the choice of a friend aka foe looked degoulasse then…I heard from Marius that she lives in a villa on the French Riviera, in St. Tropez…