The great stories from Madrid…

… that we’re all missing out on!

I have a great female friend who lives in Madrid and always has wonderful stories to tell. Actually it’s not stories, it’s stuff that really happens to her. And because she is a natural poet it always is great to listen to her (or in my case to read her, as I now live in London).

Me and Tomy have been trying to convince her for quite some time to start a blog, to get her beautiful stories out to the world, but she always find reasons not to do it.

Here’s a little extract of her explaining why she shouldn’t write a blog, which at the same time shows exactly why she should write one:

“[...]

my argument is more that like 1) who cares about my stupid stories except for you 2 (if you want i can send you an email each week 3) what if someone did actually read it? that would be awful. then they would know. they would know that i am a fucking spaz, that i go on dates and that people steal my bicycles.

i have some other doubts too.

finally, i could not write just about dating.
dating is so boring.
its so boring it makes me sleepy.
which is why i usually sleep with them on the first date.
that way i am guaranteed a bed and a nap.

[...]“

 

Isn’t that great?! I love it!