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| First Holland Holiday (4) |
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| After he was convinced and forced to say he was wrong, =P~ Marco said he was gonna take a shower, then we would get some dinner. So I decided to play online for a little bit until he was ready. I heard him go into the kitchen instead of the shower, no biggie, I just typed away. But then, I heard these words bellow through his house. Words that I will remember until the day I die .... "What did you do to my cheese?!" "You broke my cheese!" I said, "Huh?" Again I heard him yell, "You broke my cheese!" "Why?" "Why must you break my cheese Dawn?!" LoL I was hysterical laughing because I figured out what he was talking about. I remembered I had broken that disgusting cheese in half. So finally getting my laughter under control, I explained to him why I had broken the cheese. Oh man, I thought I was gonna die of a laughing fit when he appeared in the doorway, holding the 2 sections of cheese, 1 in each hand, out in front of him, with a totally shocked look on his face, asking me again, "Why? Why must you break my cheese?!" OhMyGawd, he wasn't playing, he was totally serious! hahaha I couldn't take it anymore. I was laughing so hard by now, barely able to breathe, but said, "Are you fucking kidding me? It's fucking cheese Marco! It's gonna get broken as soon as you chew it anyway! What the hell is the difference if it's broken before-hand or not?" I swear to Gawd, he had the most heartbroken look on his face, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "But you don't break Dutch cheese. Ever." Then shaking his head, in a most disapproving manner, just walked away. hahaha Holy shit, I was in the friggin Twilight Zone! He couldn't get over the fact that I was laughing at his poor broken cheese, and eventually just put it back in the fridge and went to take his shower. And that .... is the infamous Cheese Incident (If you ever want to see his face go from pure delight to utter seriousness, just ask him about his friggin cheese that I broke! hahaha) That night Marco cooked an awesome dinner and served it to me by candlelight. Which was surprising, seeing as I thought I would never be forgiven for breaking the damn cheese! He's an excellent cook, much better than my dinners which, include ordering through a loudspeaker or dumping a box of mac-n-cheese into a pot. He turned the day into a wonderful romantic evening and impressed the hell out of me in the process. The following day we were to meet up with another person that we knew from the chatroom (DutchY aka Rene). He and Marco only lived about 30 minutes from each other, but had never met. He works in the government building in his city, so we decided to meet there after it closed and go out for some drinks. It wasn't until we were actually walking up to the building that I asked Marco what DutchY's real name was, so that if we didn't see him, we could ask someone where he was. Marco said, "I don't know, I thought you did." hahaha Well duh, here I go again, getting myself into a lovely situation. It worked out well though, by the time we got to the front steps of his building, he was standing there waiting for us. Dang he was cute. He has the darkest, most awesome eyes. You can't look away once you see them. (oops, Marco pretend you didn't read that ok? And yes, you have incredible eyes as well, but you know that already =P~) He took us on a tour of the building, telling us what happens in each area. Then we walked across the street to the bar. (Once again, of course it was an Irish Pub.) This place was great! They had a band playing, all American songs, sung in English - yay! The bartender was so funny and so nice. Rene got a coke, Marco got a beer, and I got my whiskey-and-lemonade, which I ordered it with a certain brand of whiskey. The bartender just looked at me and said, "ahhh a lady that knows her whiskey. I like that. I keep that in the back room, I'll be right back." Marco just laughed at me because I didn't even remember the name of it, he had to remind me of what it was called. He and Rene got their drinks and sat down at a table. After I got my drink I joined them. We had a really nice time. Rene was so sweet, just like he was in the chatroom. We talked about chat, about our holiday together so far, and listened to the band. There were a few times that the band would be singing a song, but change the words into a 'nasty perverted version'. I would bust out laughing when I heard it. The bartender kept coming over and saying that I shouldn't be hearing this. hahaha During the conversation, I had to find something out. I needed to know if Marco was seriously a lunatic or not, so I asked Rene about Dutch cheese. I explained the story to him, and when I was done, he simply said, "Dawn, I am sorry, but Marco is right. You don't break Dutch cheese." Of course Marco blurted in with, "SEE? I told you!" while I sat there laughing and calling them both freaks! Rene stayed for about an hour or so, but then had to leave because he had to be at work early in the morning. We said our good-byes and he left. We both agreed that he was a very nice guy and all-round good person, and we were glad we had the chance to meet him. Marco and I stayed for about another hour, then finally headed for home. The next day or two we pretty much stayed around the house. We would visit Conny and Jan for a bit, but mostly stayed in. One of the nights, I don't remember which, it all hit me at once. I was online chatting and something got me thinking of everything that I had done, and everything I was doing. Marco was watching tv in the living room, so I got off-line and went to lay down for a while. But as I laid there my mind wouldn't stop. I got really upset. What was I doing? Why was I here? OhMyGawd I'm nothing more than an international slut. I shouldn't be here. And if I am, I shouldn't be doing the things I'm doing. I wanted to go home. And I wanted to go home now. I knew what I was doing was wrong. So as wonderful as every single second had been, I wanted to make it all go away, so that I could forget it ever happened. Oh FukkIt. By now I was crying and couldn't stop, but I knew I had to. I couldn't go home, and I didn't want Marco to know I was upset, because he had done absolutely nothing wrong. In fact, he could not have been more caring, loving, and considerate than he had been so far. So I got back online hoping to get my mind on something else. Only three people knew the truth of how close Marco and I were all along, before I ever left to meet him. And two of them were now online together in IM. I joined their conversation and started chatting like normal. Both of them asked me how things were going, but I tried to avoid the subject and simply told them I was homesick. I had only been typing for a few minutes when Marco came into the bedroom. Since I didn't want him to know what was going on, I quickly told them I had to go, and got off-line. He asked me if I was ok, and I tried to smile and say yes. But you know how when you are trying so hard not to cry, and someone asks you what is wrong, how the tears start falling like friggin Niagara Falls? Well, that's what happened to me. I felt really bad that I was doing this to him. And he was so upset that I was crying. He didn't know what was wrong. He thought he had done something to cause this. As I sat there crying, telling him of all the things that were going through my head, he figured out what it was that set me off. He knew why I started thinking like this before I ever told him the reason. So once I told him that he was right, we talked about it. He really was wonderful. He apologized over and over for letting any of this get this far. But none of it was his fault. I was a grown adult and don't do anything that I don't want to do - ever. So this had nothing to do with him or anything he had done. Like I said, he had been nothing short of perfect so far. We sat talking for a long while until I was settled down. I felt a lot better when we finished, and most definitely did not want to go home. Continue |
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