he came back this weekend. we planned on just hanging out around the city and relaxing a bit. good food and a lot of really good wine.
saturday we went to see the Bodies exhibit. i've wanted to see this for some time (well, the original one actually). it was...interesting. we had lunch and then went to the American Bar that we really liked the last time he was here. they claim to be the oldest bar in prague. of course, i haven't seen a bar like it in america ;) and i think the music has been on repeat since it opened.
The history of the American Bar dates back as far as the beginning of the past century, when it was probably the first public place of significance, which reflected the ideas coming from the "New World". No wonder that we can notice some influence of the Association of American Women here, as women were allowed to patron the bar without male accompaniment. Specialists will undoubtedly notice the perfect execution of the interiors, adorned with drawings by painter Mikoláš Aleš.
they make a drink there called vanilla sky....it is delicious. definitely goes down too easy. ;) it has absolut (my favorite drink) vanilla, amaretto and ginger ale. it comes with a funky, but nasty, fruit thing that is like a cross between a tomato and a cherry called a physalis. i have determined that when the physalis tastes good, i have had enough.
i imagine everyone has certain things about people that are just difficult to look past. i can deal with the snoring....because i can always go sleep somewhere else. last night, i took half the bedding and most of the pillows and made a comfy little nook on the bathroom floor after judging that the bathtub was just a little too short for comfort. i'm glad that in europe, the toilet is usually in its own room. not sure i would have slept next to the toilet! ;) i was wrong about the sadistic part....way wrong. understandable...we didn't know each other that well the first time he came to visit. now, i sit here, gingerly, typing away with many delicate and darkly colored bruises on my back, my breasts, my ass and my thighs. i can slightly feel, but not see, his fingerprints around my neck. (we all have our kinks ;) and oh, i love asphyxiation!) i can see, and will have to cover with make up for a couple of days, the lines of his fingers on my left cheek. (i know that also is a limit for many people, but this is my journal and my kinks)
but.....the teeth, damnit. if not for that, i may have been following him back to france. there are moments i think i can just get over it....and moments when it just turns me off too much. they are there....that would be more than i could overlook at any moment. they aren't all gapping and overlapping....they just are not well cared for. and it doesn't seem to be a big deal to him (let's remember dental care in france is basically free)...and he doesn't brush them before he goes to bed or first thing in the morning. he can actually have coffee and breakfast before he brushes them. i, on the other hand, can't even speak in the morning until i brush my teeth. the most i can offer is a grunt or a groan as i putter off to the bathroom to brush. and i can't go to sleep without brushing them. and i love to kiss....deep, passionate, exploratory kisses. but.....i don't love to kiss him. i don't mind just after he has brushed his teeth. :) otherwise, my mind fills with images of bacteria making colonies..... ugh..... i just don't understand it. it is quite sad really.... and i just can't tell him..... i actually tried to open up a way to do so... i asked him what he has discovered that he doesn't like about me. you know, then he could ask me the same question. it didn't work. he hasn't discovered anything he doesn't like about me and he didn't return the question.
but if he did go to the dentist, get a good cleaning and all that .... i'd be pretty damn happy ....