Randomly Mad

Na starém blogu jsem našla tento manuál k použití muslimského partnera, tak návod přidávám jako příjemnou vzpomínku i pro zasmání. Je to již několik let staré, tak prosím o slitování

Pokud patříte k oněm šťastným ženám, které mají doma arabského muže, možná vám trošku pomůže tento skromný manuál psaný horkou jehlou a rozhodně (bohužel) nepostihující plně celou kategorii užívání tohoto speciálního druhu lidského samečka.
Pokud máte další tipy k doplnění, sem s nimi. Zaslouženě se objevíte v seznamu.Jsou krásní, jsou charismatičtí, jsou tajemní, jsou sexy, jsou temperamentní, a táhnou k sobě jako magnet všechny neopatrné ženy… Arabové.

A nyní tedy přistupme k manuálu:
 
1.Alkohol. Setkala-li jste se s tímto poddruhem humanoida poprvé, je pro začátek dobrý nějaký ten poznatek jako: Nepřipíjet alkoholem. Ani když máte sebevětší chuť, nezvěte ho do baru na skleničku vína nebo korbel piva. Buď odmítne, a vy budete vypadat nejen poníženě, ale i hloupě; nebo v horším případě zkusí a vy ho budete muset tahat na zádech domů už po druhém pivu. Keep on reading »

The evening our plane landed, rolling on the concrete of Newcastle International Airport, we had our third official, face-to-face, date with (F)DH*.
Not as a saying, for real.
Let’s make a short turn deeper in my funny past; we know each other for about seven years now (since I was on a grammar school). We didn’t think about each other in any other way but as friends, even our first meeting and ‘date’ was something innocent and without kiss or anything more. Just talking and walking through Vysehrad.
I had my life and Abood had his own. We were just two people from different ends of the world, who wanted to meet in real, not only through internet (where we actually first came across each other), post and phone, but we were both having our own route in life and they met quite accidentally and for a short while only at that time.
Since that point we had a short communication break, than we started talk to each other again and I gave birth to my sweet daughter; which was due to wrong decisions of mine without father (and will always be without the biological one); moved from Prague back to my hometown in south Bohemia, but we kept being in touch.
Our second date took place in 2007, in Roudnice, now intentionally.
Abood, seeing my not-so-pleasant situation back at home, where I was taking care of a newborn as well as almost 90 years old grandmother suffering of aggressive form of dementia, made an unimaginable step for our European point of view – offered me marriage, steady house, happy (hopefully) life. And I made another step in not so western way and agreed.
We decided to have a ‘test drive’ in muta’a; that was our second date. 14 days, one place, me, Dori and him. We clicked at the first time we saw each other and the 14 days just confirmed that it can work out. Dori fell in love with him; he knew without doubts how to treat a child and a woman, I didn’t have a problem to say yes to the – at that time – agreement. We went once again our own ways, me back to the south of the Czech, him to the Kuwait. Keep on reading »