The Lazy, The Stupid, The Idiot

here I am again with another of my life's anegdode. well let me ask you a question first...
have you ever met with
the most idiotic guy on street?
the most lazy person in town?
the most stupid guy on the island?
the most crazy person in the whole of europe?
the most creepy guy you can only imagine on planet earth?
the most imbecilic person in our galaxy?
the most dullard in the whole universe??????????????

lucky me I did..
Oh boy!!! I really did.
and i regret every millisecond which made part of the second in which i decided to get to know this person.
so let me tell you something about him...
i dont know why (yeahhh right!!!) but he does not have a girlfriend yet and he is 24. he thinks he is mr.universe. everytime we start to chat he comes up with something new about God and the group he is part from. don't get me wrong, i tolerate every religion there is, i dont really mind what my friends believe in as long as they are not harmful to themselves or to the others around them, but pleaaaaaaaase speer me. enough of talking about this group of yours, it makes you sound like a total freak. i have my belives, i am part of the groups i choose to be part my self and dont go about bragging to everyone how great my group is and what everyone to to join in just for the sake of having a large number. well... i dont know if you ever hear Mr. Y, but quality is way more important than quantity.
i don't know why but i cannot brng myself to block this guy even after all the advices my friends and mother give me redarding this pest (O.K. now i am being too gentile). i ont know. i totally hate him and cannot stand him not even on MSN while chatting. But no.................. the marvoulous Tess has to accept to go on for a date with him. and as if in a movie...the sky knew what was coming cause that day (and please it was summer) it was rainging. even the sky and nature where crying for me. he kept on asking these nonsense questions just for the sake of small talk. people i knew where passing by as if not it wasnt enough that i was with this total idiot, i had to be seen with him.
he is really handsome.......oh cmon im kidding. he's hideous. when it stopped raining we went for a walk and half way through it started to rain again and i was completely comfortable with it. i didnt make a fuss, actually i really welcomed the rain. it was the only thing which gave me a fresh breath at that moment. but..........he wasnt good with it. he turned to me with an idiotic stare and asked why i wasnt panicking because my hair was getting wet. oh cmon we are not in a movie for pete's sake. and he actually told me that he bought a shirt for the occassion...so much for being ddesperate. while walking he wanted to have as much breakes as possible. every bench he saw he wanted to sit down and everytime he wanted me to pull him up. it was like going out with an 80 year old man. ohh...wait... 80 year old have walking sticks at least!!!!!!!!!
when we were leaving...after an eternal 4hours, he wanted to kiss me and i nearly pucked at the idea of his lips even touching my cheek, let alone my lips. when i told him no, he obviously asked awhy and i didnt want to tell him that if his lips came near to mine i would actually put (no really, i would really have pucked believe me), i told him i would probably slap him in the face and then he went on blabbing that i would tie him to a nearby crance and so on and started calling me boxer.
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after dat obvously he wanted to go out again and again and everytime he asked me to go out i would politely decline ( well, i had other plans and non of them involved us, let alone him). well... a couple of months passed without chatting and then one sunny morning Tess (that is me) was so stupid to talk to him again. this time, apart from a boxer, for a reason which i still cannot quite grasp although i hope i would never grasp, he started to call me rambo and denzel washington. this couldnt really be happening to me...

uuuuuuuuuuu.... and btw when i have a personal message saying that i am pissed off, please, oh please dont chat with me and think that everything i am thinking and passing through is about out, cause wake up, it isnt (believe me).
and please, to all of you readers, when you want to chat with someone of your same nationality but do not want to use your mother language, please i beg you, be sure to know the language you opt to use.

well..... better if i stop here or i will be here all day typing and narrating about Mr. Y and belive me it is not worth it.

so for now ... hasta la vista !!