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I met with Panos today after leaving work. He was at a Διαχρονικό having a cup of cofee with a friend of his. I had informed him earlier that I had his free PC ready as he was about to leave for his home town, Αγρίνιο but he decided to stay to set up a meeting in order to get the PC.

We worked out the logistic details but I got the impression that he wasn’t all that happy with the choice. The computer is one of the older ones we have for donations at my workplace and its graphics card and cpu power leave something to be desired. The important thing however, the thing that should make any such defect unimportant, is that the damn thing is completely free for him. I mean, FFS, I had to convince my supervisor on the worthiness of donating such a machine to a pennyless student and we had to lie and tell it was for my sister in order to approve it and I was waiting for more enthusiasm.
I did tell him that I may not be able to secure a monitor for him but, heck, a CRT 15” monitor can be found dirt cheap.
We also had the necessary talk about upgrades for DVD playback (Not easy) and gaming (where I mentioned that the new system would be linux equipped, heh) and the discussions went on to other matters.

After we left Panos kept pressuring me to go after a monitor as well. It was a bit irritating. I mean, come on, you get a P3 for free, keyboard/mouse and everything.

At least be a little more excited damnit! I had to call in favors (however small) for this shit.

Par-tay!

The last two days have seen too much of me dancing around and generally making a fool of myself. Wednesday was the Disco-pop night at The X Club and yesterday I went to a reggae party at one of the universities, near the star observatory. As a result, I now have too much blood in my caffeine system (Well, I always wanted an excuse to say that) and I’m generally very tired.

Both days out have been with Panos from KNE and some of his friends. He’s not much of a “mover”, meaning he doesn’t dance at all, but luckily some of his friends do so at least I had some cover.

Wednesday night we met at his apartment to wait it out until it was late enough to head to the club, we sat at the balcony sipping white wine and for some reason, discussion once again turned to the fact that I wasn’t a comrade. It all started when I told him I voted a black (meaning that I voted in a way that canceled it) and he got a bit worked out about it. They tried to convince me once more and in the end I told them about the philosophy I am following at this time, Hacker. To make a long story short, they agreed that it was a good philosophy but they just couldn’t quite understand how it all worked out. By the time I was finished, it was time to head out.

The [tag]X Club[/tag] was packed once again, although it seemed to me that there was a slightly less attendance. At the entrance was once again my ex that pretended she didn’t see me greeting.
Once again it seemed like a knew everybody around there. All the familiar faces were around and I was greeting people all the time.

“So you come here a lot then?” Dimitra queried
“Why do you ask”
“Well, you seem to know almost everyone”
“Heh, you make me feel so special :)”

The night was alright, although a bit crowded and at times it was just impossible to dance. I met a friend’s friend who was from England and was staying around for vacation and dragged her to the dance floor. Another friend of mine got mildly drunk as well and told me I was the greatest guy she knew. I also found one of the metal guys from Posidi that got stone drunk after a while. Panos and Dimitra left early and I stayed behind (I had company aplenty) and at the end of the night I forced my ex to acknowledge me *grin*

Yesterday, as I mentioned before was the reggae party. The night started at a local tavern where I found Panos and Co. eating chicken wings and drinking beers and wine. We were supposed to head there by 12 o’ clock but we ended up going at 1:30 am.
The place was crawling with people, and there was a lot of dancing going on. I had brought my [tag]Firestaff[/tag] with me as well so I took the opportunity to step forward and do a performance. I had two bottles of paraffin and a new metal container to put it in, so I was counting on at least 7 light ups. However things conspired against me and I only did three.
First, it appeared that my metal container had a hole in the bottom that was sealed up with plastic. Unfortunately for me, paraffin dissolves plastic and I was lucky enough to have put the cap of the container underneath it, so the flow stopped. Then after my first performance, and after I had told the others to watch out not to spill the container, I came back and found it face down on the dirt. There goes one bottle of paraffin just like that.
I was also a bit nervous while twirling because of the number of people watching and so I made some mistakes, the worst of which was the flaming end of the staff bouncing onto my head. I was cautious enough to wet my hair before starting the show but even then, I smelled burnt hair. Other mistakes included hitting my t-shirt (luckily with no effect) and some bad catches. Good thing is that I never dropped my staff once. After a short rest, the “dance floor” was full of people so I could do any more performances.

A girl also came and gave me a flier for the first Greek gathering of jugglers at a chalkidiki camping. She said she noticed me throwing the staff in the air from afar. Dunno, I’m thinking of going but it seems too much like a circus show, and I don’t feel very comfortable with that.

I also tried to dance a bit but this music just isn’t my show. I can well enough play with the staff but simply dancing to reggae is not me. I tried it alone, with company or just pongo-ing (not enough room for the staff) and I couldn’t feel comfortable enough.

I left alone at about 3am to sleep. I came home, drank 2 glasses of cold milk and one of cold water and went to bed. Today I woke up with a sore throat. Suits me.

Offers you shouldn’t refuse.

Remember about that KNE guy that I had met while in Posidi? Well, he finally showed up. He phoned me while I was at Alexander the Great’s statue practicing my fire staff (post about this coming soon). We scheduled to meet up at 11pm but by 10am he was already there. In any case, we met at a bar near the white tower where he was sitting with two of his friends, one male and one female.

We chatted for a bit and then went to sit on the park by the pier, next to the bar-ships. On the way he told me the story about how he passed on a sex offer…a fuckin sex offer, and he didn’t do it on purpose either.
It seems that after I left Posidi, a group of girls arrived, one of which he was trying to make out with. It didn’t turn out well however and the company left, bar one.
At some point then, that girl, who I was led to believe was pretty good looking as well, offered him to go for a trip with her own car on another leg of Chalkidiki. Alone.
He refused. (!) I mean, how can you refuse something like that when you’re available and like the company? His excuse was that he didn’t understand at that point what she wanted. So he just said no, ditching a chance for a free sex trip (literally). But wait, there’s more.
After he refused, he reply was a joking “are you denying me?” (free translation, she actually said “Μου ρίχνεις χυλόπιτα;” which means “don’t you want to have a relationship/make out with me?”) and after such a reply I would have guessed anyone would have caught the meaning. Apparently he didn’t.
After some more discussion, the girl made this “innocent” comment: “You know, now that the other girls left I’m feeling very bad sleeping alone in my tent” (Emphasis mine). I mean, FFS, the answer here was friggin obvious! But he still didn’t get it. He didn’t even imagine where she going with this.

Needless to say, he got the hint later on, but by that time it was too late. That train had left the station.

I gave him a good lecture on behalf of all men about this little adventure. I mean, if we can’t use free sex offers like these, women may stop offering them. That girl was probably so let down by all of this that she may not even try something like that again for a long time, and who knows, I may meet her soon
On the other hand, I understand him in a way. That girl was so direct that her offer probably flew under his radar completely.
Since most women don’t act like this, it is normal for us not to expect something like that. We are trained to pick the standard minuscule signs of attraction that women usually throw our way and ignore what we think may be just a show of friendship. After the first few misunderstandings of their behavior we tend to become very cautious on when they express themselves freely.
I, for example, have many times misunderstood the show of comfortability as a sign of attraction, and of course this led to the cooling down of relations. Now I’m just very cautious. As most men I know are.

In reality I don’t know what I’d do in his position. Maybe I’d lose the hint as well.

Oh well, now we’re probably going to meet next Wednesday to go to the X Club for the Disco night. Should be fun.