Olen tähän mennessä kirjoittanut pääasiassa suomeksi, mitä nyt muutama fraasi välissä kummitellut englanniksi. Jatkossa tekstit tulevat olemaan saatavilla kokonaan myös englanniksi. Kirjoitan uusia ja käännän vanhoja sitä mukaa, kun aikaa ja inspiraatiota löytyy.
So, this far I have been writing mostly in Finnish. However, there will be change and for now on the texts will be available also in English. Otherwise it all works as it has till this very moment: I will write whenever something new happens in my life and will also translate the older posts when inspiration strikes.
So long!
Yours Sincerely
The Pink Lady
I'm actually so very good at forgiving myself but washing my hands clean of my sins too. I tend to justify my own actions,
for example, my lack of morality. This Saturday morning I woke up and realized I had become a destroyer of the nuclear family. But again I just noted that it's really not my problem but his to explain to his wife what happened in that cold and dark winter night in Helsinki. So this is how it went:
On that Friday I was enjoying the company of some of my workmates at local pub after work. Beer was cheap and red wine really really bad but anyhow we had good time drinking and coming clean with each other about our scandalous lives. I like to shock people by being so damn open, telling pretty much everything about myself. I guess I open up a bit too much sometimes, but as they say, that's what makes me so interesting. I feel no shame and do whatever I want or desire. Anyways, time was running way too fast and half past nine I desided to leave the girls and one gentleman behind and head to home.
On my way I tried to persuade one very dear friend of mine to go out with me. I succeed. So come she at my place first and we went to this club. They do arrange every Friday this "Single's night" so obviously that was our main reason to go there. The supply there was anyways quite poor. Too less people and even fewer potential catches. My friend desided it wasn't really the place to be for her so she moved on. I stayed there for while, just to make my class of red wine to disappear. Standing there, bored, somebody came along and started to talk to me. The man was drinking cheap brandy and his appearence was straight from the 90's. I think his aim was to look really smart in his oversized black jacket and shabby shirt but the result was it went all horribly wrong. Even the way he spoke was annoying but 'cause I was so damn bored and alone I started to chat with him. Soon was my red wine gone and I was ready to leave this nest of boredom and go to somewhere more upscale. God knows why, but the words just come out from my mouth and I told to this Mr. Dullness he was welcome to join me. Of course he did. But from the very beginning I had other plans. Needed to find someone interesting and get laid.
Se we went to this very snobbish club, he paid me in too which was very polite but unneccessary. Whole time I just tried to get rid of him but it was harder than I thought. Just before the lightmark came I started to talk with this really friendly and funny older gentleman. His hair was already silver and from his belly I was able to tell he liked beer and good food bit too much. But he was laughing all the time and kind of radiated positive energy so I enjoyed his company. Turns out he was from Holland so I got even more curious. After some minutes his mates, four of them, joined our group. They were all very good company indeed and my former "date" understood finally the point and left me alone. These dutch gentlemen didn't really want to quit partying when the lightmark came so there were going to be an afterparty at their hotel. And, of course, I went with them.
When we got to the hotel our group had shrinked and there was only three of us left. We just sat there drinking what ever we could find from the mini bar. The other one got tired and left for sleep. So there I was alone with this dutchman. We talked about this and that, randomness really, he told me about his wife and two daughters. It was morning already so I porposed I should leave and let him sleep. They had early flight however. But he asked if I could still stay for a while. So I did. Then he asked if I could kiss him. I did that too. I told him, it was all up to him to deside what he wanted to do. I said, for this night I could be anything or anyone he wanted. At that moment he placed his golden wedding ring on the writing desk. What a sinister man. Makes me wonder are all dutchmen like this. I mean, I already have this grandpa of mine from there, and of course my frind's friend Mr. Saint Tropez. Or who knows, maybe it's totally acceptable there. Anyways, he was quite fit for that age. After all it was clear he had seen at least twenty years more life than I do. His hair was getting grey and I can tell from his wrinkles around his eyes that he liked laughing.
As always, time runs way too fast and it was Saturday morning. Their flight was leaving soon but still he wanted to walk me home. I told him there was no need for that and he could get lost but he insisted. So there I was, once more walking home from hotel, one very happy dutchman escorting me home. The streets were empty and it was quiet everywhere. All decent people were propably still sleeping and making their morning coffee. Air was freezing and wind tingled my cheeks. It was actually quite cute from him to walk me all the way to my front door. I kissed him for goodbye and wished him well. He left and I went upstairs.
I slept for some hours. It was afternoon already when I woke up. I was craving for Big Mac and fries. I stood before my full-body-mirror and looked at myself. For a very short moment I thought saw some sort of regret in my eyes, but it was there only for the hundreth part of second and then gone. I guess there used to be time I actually was able to feel emotions of regret this kind, but it was long ago. Really, it's not my problem, I'm totally clean. He was the one wearing the ring, not me, so in my mind it's on his conscience. So I finally left the girl in the mirror behind and went to shower to once more wash my sins off. She winked and waved at me and without words saying: "Till the next time!".
Till the next time, indeed.
Yours Sincerely
The Pink Lady
