Lauren is spending every weekend doing it with a man she calls Jax. But will this new mysterious man be any different then the 50 Shades of Shady she suffered before? And how about her book, will she ever publish? [...]
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“Ticket sales seriously on the rise! Buy in advance.” In his premiere week, between worrying around the clock about reviews that were pending, postponed or disappointing, Rafael was happy to tweet that his show was finally taking off. After seeing a try out in December, I was dying to see the final result, but part of me hoped the crush on him would have left me at the start of his tour. Another part of me thought still being warmblooded about him, was an even better reason to refrain from going. But at the sight of that tweet all I could think of were sold out theaters and not being able to get tickets. I clicked and paid faster than lightning. “Can you come? I bought in advance,” I mailed my gay best friend. “They’re on me anyway, since Rafael is straight.” [...] 
Al maanden nemen we elkaar mee naar onze favoriete hang-outs. Louka weet inmiddels waar ze de beste bitterballen serveren, en ik waar alle afgestudeerden flirten. Louka is verliefd geworden op de kater van mijn koffiebar, en ik op het fotomodel van zijn koffiehuisje. Een pandajaar is een jaar waarin je geen seks hebt. En Louka is mijn panda vriend. Totdat ik mij, zo waarschuwde Louka “weer ieder weekend door negers laat nemen”. “Wanneer loopt je panda jaar af?” informeert Louka. “Negen maart. Ik ben er ook wel aan toe moet ik zeggen.” [...] 
Why couldn’t I wait until after my last workday? Or after the weekend away with my mother? Why did I read the last three chapters of the Johan Fretz novel tonight? The grief that has been accompanying me from the first page, had become a companion. Not an easy one, but one that I got to know better and better. At first, grief was aging. Then grief was regrets. Grief became a childhood, a first love, a father who was sick. And in the last chapters grief had blossomed into Benjamin, and was the earth shattering sex we never had. [...] 
It is the 6th of July 2025, election day. In twelve hours I will know if I am the next prime-minister of [...] 
Gained a kilo from yesterday’s WelcomehomeImissedyoulikecrazy-lunch with Marieke, which included me making an infinite amount of baby muffins with my pink muffin maker. Today, she suggested it might be healthy for us to get a breath of fresh air. It was drizzling though, and it looked like the sun would set at 16.00. “Okay. Coffee and a brownie?” We met at our favorite coffee bar, where they have a big red cat and male owners, father and son. [...] 
Ik ben heel voorspelbaar. Schotel mij een mooie donkere jongen voor, liefst met hese zachte stem, en ik rol spontaan op mijn rug met al mijn cougar pootjes kraaiend door de lucht. Dat kan Taylor Lautner zijn. Of Geza Weisz. Jesse Nambiar. Luke Pasqualino. Maar ik kan ook 15 mannen noemen die geen 21 zijn, en soms zelfs (de horror) blank, echter allemaal namen die jullie net zo min iets zouden zeggen. Nou vooruit – Brad Pitt, Lenny Kravitz en Denzel Washington. [...] |
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