Time to rest

Time to rest. I have been partying for for days this week. Wednesday to saturday. And I did not think that I could do that.

Had a ”date” with a really nice guy yesterday. His name is Jesus (Uttala J som sch nere i halsen)and he is 25 years old. He lived in Englad for a year teaching spanish and just recently got back to Malaga. His gonna go to Tarifa for one month, teaching spanis very soon.

We went to El Pimpi, shared a bottle of Vino Dulce (very sweet wine). We practiced my spanish for a while and then we practised his english. After El Pimpi, we went to a rock bar for a while, had a drink and then we met up with my friends from school at the Sound. I really dont like the sound, but I was in good company.

Jesus is very tall far being a spanish guy. He is really tall, 190. I did not think that there were any spanish guys that tall. To be honest he dont look typical spanish at all. He is good looking though and a really sweet guy. We are gonna meet again on thursday. Well Im not gonna see him for a month after this weekend because he is gonna work in Tarifa.

Another guy wants to meet me this week as well, or two guys actually. A third one, who I dated a little, who used to be my friend is not talking to me at the moment, which is a little bit sad. But its his choise. Guess he couldnt handle that I didnt want to date to serious. He said he was allright with that, but since I told him he has been acting weard.

Its almost midnight and 29 degrees outside. Im dying. I could need a fan.

No swedish version. Is way to lazy for that.