Saturday, 30 January 2016.
It’s Saturday evening and the kids have left to their dad’s again.
The week with them was lovely. Heart-warming. They all went to school, enjoyed time together at the gym upstairs, watched Friends and talked.
And hugs, lots and lots of them. Naturally.
I think they’re OK. And we have each other.
As planned, Anna focused on them all week, going on zero dates. But… she did chat with Frederick and Christian on a daily basis, during lunch break and such.
The way Englishmen interact is so different. Warm and lively. They’re polite. Communicative. Amazing. 🎯
With Frederick, the chats are quite deep. Friendly and versatile. He seems to be a frank and centered person. There’s no talk of meeting up, but their exchange feels soothing. Besides, he’s cute. Maybe we could be friends. There for each other. That’s what we’ve been saying anyway.
With Christian, on the other hand, it’s always so surprising!
Smart, playful, flirty, witty, but in a very gentlemanly manner. Makes Anna laugh all the time. 🥇
He does seem quite eager to get to know me better.
And women love attention. 😏
Christian asks questions, comments on her replies. What an endearing guy… And he keeps promising to come to Finland soon.
Hm. Too good to be true? We shall see.
But……. don’t put all your eggs in one basket, Anna! Nor in two. Ha-ha.
Not yet. You never know, after all.
And remember you’re free to play the field for the first time in your life. Breathe, sit back, enjoy the flirting, the attention. The cute compliments.
After Mr. Ex, I’d say it’s about time.
It’s snowing outside, and Anna’s feeling really content. It’s one of those rare, special moments. She goes into the freezing balcony and looks out the window. Hm, the glass is a bit dirty. Eurgh! I hate cleaning windows.
Later. I’ll do it one day.
Besides, the rest of the flat is in tiptop shape. What else?
She’s taken a shower and is just relaxing in bed, enjoying the weekend over the clean sheets. Perfect. Life is good. There’s nothing better than chilling in bed with your skin against crisp, newly-changed sheets, with a warm eiderdown to cuddle and wrap your feet in. Is there?
Perhaps some Netflix?
Her phone rings. It’s beautiful Kristiina. Calling to ask her what she’s up to. “Oh! Nothing special. Just some Netflix and chill.”
“Don’t say that!”
“Why? It’s cool. My pupils say it all the time. They look happy.” — Anna says, feeling defensive all of a sudden — “Especially when I say it. Last Monday I began my lesson by asking them what they’d done on the weekend.
‘I myself just netflixed and chilled’ — I told them — “They giggled, so I repeated the drill in every lesson. With the same good results!” — by this time, Kristiina is laughing uncontrollably. What is this?
“Mom!! Don’t you know what it means?? Ha-ha. OMG. I gotta tell Joey this. Joey, come here. Mom… it’s code language. You text somebody to come over for Netflix and Chill. The chill part is sex! The movie is just an excuse. Or the warm-up. Ha-ha-ha.”
Now I’m blushing. “Oh, they got me, those little devils” — and I’ll never say that again. Thank God for my teens. Phew.
“Kristy, noooo! No chilling whatsoever here. Just netflixing. I promise.”
It’s still early evening when Andre sends her a text on Tinder.
So, read about them, aka my next Tinder Dates in the upcoming chapters. Coming to you through WordPress, sponsored by Netflix and…
Absolutely No Chill.
© 2017 rf
Obs. Day 41 since moving out.