Just came across these two lines at one facebook place connected to Johnny Depp:

I argue when I care

When I am silent then I am done

That’s trouble, no? Come to think I never argued before I got silent. I mean, I am wired so that I fall silent first. That means I am done. If you don’t know me well enough to pass the arguing phase then I have failed you miserably. I told you my principles long ago and you did not care to remember nor understand. I don’t fight nor argue when I realise I am not important enough for you to know my feelings in the first place! It’s all I, I, me, me, but that what first dates were for, long walks, longer talks, endless talks about stuff. Important stuff. So apparently you did not listen. I was talking to abyss. In from one ear out of the other, like Rosemary Clooneys song. You figured you get laid and that would be sufficient. Talks are done, walks are done, she feeds me, bends over, I am a happy man. Well. 

You know what is the biggest turn on for women? I mean the women I know are like that: somewhat educated, wise, travelled some, suffered some, see the world for what it is, take no shite. Surely there are wide variety of opinions but I found one fascinating thing in common with loads of women all over the world lately. 

It’s to do with nasty zionist owning US and terrorising what the loud wannabes call middle east (still no answer to my questions: middle of whose east? Middle of what east? East of what? Why not west? Are you flat-earthers if you talk about middle east cos earth is ROUND….). So the biggest terrorist entity on earth since 1950s, US/israhell together attacked Iran, killing about 170 people, most of them kids in Minab school. One boy vanished so there is only 1 shoe left of him, nothing else. A shoe. You guys always thought you are cool, macho, leader, whatnot. Joke like Trump, idiot like Hegseth, QQ like Patel. Women laughed. Women settled. Women gave up and gave in, nothing better available. Different reasons, different places, different people, different needs, different dreams. From this horrible situation one thing springed and flourished. World saw real leader, with ease, with smile capturing attention of hundreds of women. And maybe men. Men, if they want to know how to be true Alpha male. A true leader.

You want to know what is the ultimate turn on for women? And maybe men too, I can’t really know :)! The turn on is embodied in one guy, mr Seyed Abbas Araghchi. You want to make ladies wobbly on their knees, become like him! Learn languages, stay calm, read, read, read (at least read some blogs. Like mine :)), smile. He could read phonebook and ladies are smitten. He could just say Hi! and ladies would fall. Take a notice of his smile, posture, eyes. He has aura of wisdom around him. He reeks of calm, soft wisdom, his talk is mesmerising. Yes, that is what real powerful turn-on for ladies looks like. Not muscles, not golden statues, not carrot coloured face, not loud bragging, not fancy cars (I might be slightly off that category tho:))….

I had a chance encounter with mr Abbas many many years ago when he was ambassador in Finland. He was just taking a stroll in old town. I did not know who he was back then. One look, one smile and I was over the heels in love. I lost all control over myself: stared at him, mouth open, probably dumb look on my face, probably looked like total “blonde”. As I could not see anything or anyone around me I walked into someone standing on the street. Mr Abbas stared right into my eyes the whole time, saw me bumping into that someone, and came to rescue. He gave me his hand, smiled and asked if I am OK. A true movie moment. That was it. I mumbled something, no clue what. He lauged quietly, smiled THAT smile he still has, patted my arm and walked away. I was staring him as he walked. Probably still my mouth open. You know the look, like retard, nosebreathing, utterly useless and dumb. 

This only took maybe a minute, maybe two minutes total. I was smitten and this weird hazy bliss lasted for few years. I was thinking of this encounter, this mysterious man, his grace, his elegance, his aura every day. I did not know who he was, where he came from and where did he go. Nothing. Hottest man on earth.

With mere smile and kindness he stayed in my heart for decades, slowly fading away, succumbing to everyday struggle. These distant and sweet memories popped right up when nasty US/israhell attacked Iran. I again had this stupid face, open mouth, and eyebrows almost reaching hairline, eyes popping out: I know this man!!! It’s my man! This is THE MAN!!! My secret love for more than 20 years! I could not believe my eyes! He is right here on my screens, in my phone and now I know his name! I could not believe my luck! Or, what luck? Iran is being attacked by zionist Epstein class is not much luck. Only luck is that I have this fluffy pink feeling inside me again, the feeling that has been absent for years. 

It’s a nice feeling, right on time for spring, short skirts, long legs, birds singing, everything getting green around. And me, all perked up and smiling. Slightly dumb look occasionally…. I know something nobody else knows. Mine only, a little sweet secret. He is has been OK, he is doing OK, life is good. That’s good enough reason to be happy.

There is now groupie groups in all social media, starting with facebook. Last I checked the competition is harsh :). You can still bark at the cars even if you are tied up to the leash. I do no barking. I observe, it’s hilarious, sweet and gives me few more chapters for this blog here!

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@CarsieBlanton and her song Rich people

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