Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

The wrong Valence guy is coming to Denmark. He's the one with beautiful eyes, the exotic background and the interesting hobbies and study. But he's also the one who hardly speaks any English. Or understands my questions. And indeed he is the one who tryed to fill out my mouth with his tongue in attempt to seduce me. I have to admit that it worked. Not the tongue-thing, but the "I -take-you-because-I-want-you-now"- approach. 

I only hope that we have enough time to practise some details besides language, while he is visiting. 

The right Valence guy has certainly occupied my mind today. Luckily my present jobs are ones where you can just leave your brain by the entrance and take it with you as you leave some hours later. I don't, though. Instead I fill it with music. And because I only had time to download a couple of albums this morning, I've been accompanied by PJ Harvey, Thom Yorke and Sigur Rós for 8-9 hours non-stop. 

Sigur Rós is the music attached to the right Valence guy and although he's been fading a bit during the last days, he suddenly showed up again there in front of me. Sitting naked on the bed on our knees, kissing a lot, touches so soft and careful, music filling the few empty spaces. And this was Sigur Rós. 

I'm so terribly happy that I finally have a reason to get to know this speciel kind of music. 

Tonight is the night where I finally begin reading a new novel and get some appropriate amount of sleep. 

Rebecca