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I've met someone and I have been robbed, and then my stuff got magically returned to me, I've found really cool dance classes and I've gone to a few dance tryouts looking for jobs in night clubs, but then I've changed my mind (after the robbery), there's been some happenings at my old job, they finally started to appreciate me now that I'm gone; my sister visited me and we've had some crazy times entertaining her old friend who's been on the verge of a suicide, silly girl, then there's that old Dima-mess-up-situation which is pretty much resolved and in the past already, but I haven't told you much about it... I really miss having Blurty to write about all this stuff, but I don't miss having a computer, I'm doing fine without e-mail and the Internet. I'm glad I've made it to the office and have a chance to get online for a bit, see what's happening out there :) I'll try to be as brief and informative as possible. The guy I've met is a detective, we've been flirting around, I haven't had a crush on anyone for a long time, so now I'm kind of enjoying it even though I know it's a dead-end situation. We met at the police station when I got robbed. That was last week as I was returning from late dance class, around midnight, I heard footsteps right behind my back, and the guy aimed for my purse, I tried to run, but he grabbed the purse and yanked it so hard, I still have a bruise on my forearm, and he ran away with his friend/accomplice/asshole, whatever. So I just ran after them, and I can run fast... The robber turned back and yelled that I should stop chasing them, then they'll only take the money and drop the purse. I mean it had my passport and house keys and other important stuff and two cell phones. So I imagined what might happen if I do catch up with them and I stopped. Then I walked to the Trading Square near which I live, after midnight it gets very getto... If I were in a normal state of mind, I'd never ever go there by myself, but I had adrenaline pumping in my veins and I just walked those dark corners, staring at the people, hoping to find the robbers... Can you believe it, I was actually intending to confront them! :) I'm pleased with myself though, I was brave, huh? The problem was that I had my puppy locked at home and no spare set of keys anywhere but inside the apartment... Noone would help me break in, because I don't own the apartment and don't even have a rent agreement. I didn't even have any IDs, because they were in the stolen purse. The neighbour was very nice, she let me use the phone and suggested that I stay at her place for the night, she prepared a bed for me and asked if I was hungry. I mean I never even see her around, I never talk to her, and there she is so nice to me and trying to help. I called the police and the cops arrived, picked me up and we tried to drive around looking for the robbers or at least the purse. Then they took me to the police station and there I met my detective who calmed me down, he's done a lot for me and promissed to get my puppy out, because the apartment is listed at the security service and they have a spare set if keys. I'm not legal in Moscow, and I rent the place illegally, but he ignored all that and did all the paperwork for me in a way that everything seemed right with me. I slept at the station on the couch in his office, next morning he gave me a ride out of the station and gave me money to take a cab, so I could ride to my aunt's home. My purse has be found by a couple of punk girls and they returned it to me, everything was intact besides the wallet with about $50 in it and my work smartphone. My personal Nokia was still there, even though it's a nice phone. I think the robbers took the big smartphone and didn't notice the second cellular in there. Lucky... The police guys were really cool, they really lifted my spirits and came along when I met with the punk girls to get my purse back, then they bought me a beer and walked around the Trading Square, which is a crowded place with many small shops and kiosks, it's like a fair... So they showed me how to find pick-pockets and other thieves and told me how they all have a system for that place so it's very hard to catch them and prove them guilty, told me a lot of interesting stuff and gave me a ride home. A couple of days later I was walking around the Square and guess what I spot in one of the little used-phone shops? Yeah, my smartphone... So had another chance to meet my detective and got that phone back. Am I lucky or what? I returned him the taxi money he'd given me, and he said that I should keep the money so I can take him out, but I blushed and said something stupid, can't remember what. I'm still with Dima though, we talked it all over, it's all in the past now. It's a girl he used to have a very strong crush on. Anastasia my friend knows her, she said the girl's a real bitch. I realize that Dima didn't have to go see her in the first place, but what's done is done. You know, I never loved him so much as to really suffer from the fact that he had cheated. TWO DAYS - that was all I needed to get over it. Oh the other girl was someone he met at a club and was really drunk. Anyways... I actually feel more liberated. I used to think that if I happen to go out with someone else, that would be so unfair to perfect Dima. Now that he's proven not to be too perfect, I can let myself be unfair too and maybe if I'm lucky to get something stolen again, I'll actually go out with the detective. He's single and he has a big fluffy dog named Aster, and said it was romantic how I woke him up (he fell asleep on the couch) and told him I was a dancer and I had a puppy locked up at home ... blah-blah-blah... I know he liked me, although, unlike Dima, most guys are not that bold when it comes to asking a girl out. Guys, I gotta go, I'll try to get back to you all as soon as I can, which might take another week, or at least a couple of days. I miss you! Post a comment in response: |
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