В действителност хората се занимават с любов по най-разнообразни причини. Най-вече защото търсят интимност. Те се стремят към емоционален опит, а не сексуален.
Еротизмът не може да ме привлече. А усещането извън него, в което няма нищо полово, няма нещо конкретно, само някаква ситуация свързана с преживявания, с лица, образи. Чувствате, че това прилича на сексуално преживяване, но не е, много е психично. Преживявате нещо с тялото си, а то доставя удоволствие на ума ви. Това освобождава от рационализма. Който си е овладял кундалини (шакти) енергията, може би ще ме разбере за какво приказвам. Досега никой не е успял.
за маратонеца, африканеца: за да имат жените свой сексуален живот, те трябва наистина да го научат по някакъв начин, да имат рутина. Но аз тях не мога да ги науча. А пък то си има и много добри инструктори за тази работа :))
Самият секс не ме занимава чак толкова, аз него занимавам :)
"Няма нищо безопасно в секса. И никога няма да има"
И в мен няма.
p.s. good luck at the half-marathon on saturday. Myself will at that time attend a special event with festive spiritual dances. I"ll will be with you.. might send you some of their positive energy over.

...търсят интимност, да не повярва човек :))) Между другото, относно усещанията, знаеш ли че мозъкът ни може да направи така, че на -20 по целзий да ни е горещо? Оттук и въпросът, кое е по-важно, това което ни казва мозъкът или това, което е в действителност? Понякога "мозъците" лъжат ;)))

И напълно те разбирам!
Космически истини с геометрията на простичките неща. :)))

da si aktiviram kundalinito bez da se zanimavam sys sahaja joga

... august 13, 2005 ... it was a saturday morning ... i had not slept or eaten for over 24 hours ... and wanted run a half-marathon in that state but changed my mind ... instead i went to play soccer with guys who punch metal bars in training with their bare knuckles ... in the middle of that game i collapsed on the soccer pitch ... good that i collapsed on the pitch ... if i had chosen to run, it would have been on the road with greater risk ... so tonight i will make sure i sleep well but even if i do not get a minute's sleep, i will run for i have the experience of 2005 and will recognize the symptoms of collapse as they manifest and so protect myself ... in 2005 my vision blurred in the middle of the match and surrounding buildings started wobbling as if they were floating on water ... this was very odd i observed ... strange thing happening to the buildings and everything ... i did not know then that i was about to losse consciousness and crash to the ground ... no time to tell you the full story ... a guy in johannesburg and another guy in bahrain are already chasing me to get some work done ... to cut a long story short that incident thought me one thing ... death is simple ... life is like a light that can be turned off as easily as pressing a switch ... people die without knowing ... i could have fallen then and never come back and never known what happened ... but i am back and can be relied on to take extreme action if called for ... thanks for your support ... i will be alright tomorrow morning ... i am alive and will continue living this fairy-tale ... don't blame me for feeling cool ... after all i am handsome, circumcised, educated, obscenely overpaid, and unspoilt ... enjoy your dance while i run ... regards ...

and you are single? If you were that good you'd never be. Female are quite smart - they never leave alone the 'right' guys. or they never leave a guy unspoilt really :))

... you make mistakes and are helpless to correct them after the fact ... your last retort is deliberately inane ... you yourself know that it cannot stand the weakest of scrutiny ... you cannot be serious and your line of attack is fuzzified logic in action ... fuzzified logic can only emanate from the mind of a woman intent on boxing a man into a corner ... fuzzified logic is a deviant of fuzzy logic ... what is fuzzy logic ... for that let's go to wikipedia ... ... fuzzy logic is a form of multi-valued logic derived from fuzzy set theory to deal with reasoning that is approximate rather than precise ... in binary sets with binary logic, the variables may have a membership value of only 0 or 1 ... just as in fuzzy set theory with fuzzy logic the set membership values can range (inclusively) between 0 and 1, in fuzzy logic the degree of truth of a statement can range between 0 and 1 and is not constrained to the two truth values {true (1), false (0)} as in classic predicate logic ... both degrees of truth and probabilities range between 0 and 1 and hence may seem similar at first ... however they are distinct conceptually ... truth represents membership in vaguely defined sets, not likelihood of some event or condition as in probability theory ... so after reading your last comment, i could not but help laughing once more ... a classical case of confusion of truth with probability ... fuzzy logic is alogic of fuzziness, not a logic which is itself fuzzy ... the laws of probability are not random and the laws of fuzziness are not vague ... simply put you do not know the truth and are making fuzzy assumptions ... let's kill those assumptions with cast-iron logic ... only 1% of any population is smart ... so the women you call smart may not all the smart at all ... but even if we accept them to be smart, they have little or no choice since 99% of the men available to them are dumb in situ ... to make matters worse no right-thinking smart guy will allow your kind of smart woman (also subject to the 99:1 distribution) to fuzzify his fate ... that's my view on smart women and right guys ... now to your real question about marital status ... it is irrelevant ... i am african (albeit a bulgarian african or an african bulgarian) ... i am entitled to an unlimited number of women by african tradition ... (i had to take a break here ... after typing the word 'tradition' i got a call to report to the chief operations officer ... so i had to leave this blog for two minutes and see what the big man wanted ... it turned to be a totally unexpected surprise ... he told me that i had been awarded a special award by the chief executive officer of the organization purely at personal discretion ... i have never heard of such an award ... it is a not a routine thing ... but i have been told that by monday february 23, 2009 my account will be credited with a certain sum of money which right guys will take several years to earn; the money won't change anything in my life; it is too much to spend but i have to worry about protecting it from the financial melt-down; i asked the chief operations officer to pass on on my thanks to the chief executive anyway; this unusual development may be connected with the extraordinary job i did under emergency conditions two week-ends ago; the fairy tale never stops but let me get back to what i was saying) ... i am entitled to many women ... my fellow countryman holds the world record with eighty-six living wives and close to two hundred children ... a typical african woman will promise five, or ten, or fifteen, or twenty children and the deal is done ... so ask not whether i am single ... ask yourself ... are you ready ... if the answer is yes, let me know how many children you will produce for me ... and catch the next available flight to africa ...

laugh with all these lines. You know I'm a man-eater. But I can produce children. I already have one boy, and I plan to have a girl next.
It looks like my words have irritated you. Our cool african guy is not now partnered, but why does this have to make you so frеtful. You have everything you need if you have any needs at all - I guess you are centered, balanced and free.
I'm not a modest person and I will say I'm too precious like most young ladies. And I'm very fit too, I have to be if I want to produce children to the man I love.

you live in Nigeria?

... you deleted the wrong comments leaving the one full of mistakes ... your only means of getting even i guess ... i am back home now ... need to get eight hours of sleep ... no fretting ... just finished looking at the race map ... and have determined the point i must reach in 60 minutes ... if that goal is achieved, i will be on the right track ... if not, it will be a flop ... there is no question of me not going the distance ... baby, go to sleep ... this is a virtual world ... it's no use asking pointed questions ... you started with ... what is my name ... next was ... are you single ... now it is ... do you live in nigeria ... i do not need to ask you anything ... i can do anything i decide ... if i meet an obstacle, i bypass or overcome ... i can see you are fit ... all you need to add is a rotazia-like smile ... i hope she has not changed her beaming pic ... regards

good night

... my last comment was prophetic ... i planned to reach kilometre 13 in 1 hour ... i did so in 1hr 5 minutes instead ... this unbalanced me ... i quit on kilometre 14 while in the leading pack of 200 runners ... once i dropped out, i took a motorcycle ride to where i had parked my car ... this involved going back along the race route ... i saw thousands of people i had passed ... about 30 000 registered ... seeing that crowd as far back as kilometre 4 made me regret leaving the race ... it's not painful ... i am an excellent sportsman ... i know how to handle such upsets very well ... it happens even to full-time professionals ... in this race i overtook a female kenyan professional at kilometre 7 ... she was walking and had given up ... something went wrong for her ... her start must have been at 3 minutes per kilometre ... on a good day i would not see her back ... today was bad for her ... almost the same same thing happened to me 7 kilometres later ... i could have finished this race but i lost it mentally ... i did not like my pace at kilometre 14 ... i think i was crawling after 70 minutes ... it was a funny way to end the race for i cannot say i was tired ... the race was lost in the mind ... ha-ha-ha ... i love it though ... i love everything that happens to me ... what i will do now is have my bath, rest for one hour, and go to work ... i am a systems engineer working for a global corporation with a presence in over 100 countries ... starting as a yuppy, i have been working at management level for the past ten years ... i could have retired without pension two years ago and still be comfortable for life ... i do not have to push myself for anything ...

... am in the office now ... popped in to see how my guys are doing ... will leave as soon as i submit this comment to you ... i oversee the function for the organization in the entire country ... in principle i do not report to anybody in the country ... my boss is in south africa ... last time i saw him was two centuries ago ... so i am free to manage affairs here the way i want to ... if i chose not to show up in the office today and tomorrow, nothing will go wrong ... it's what's going to happen this week-end - no long hours at work ... i have very clear goals for this week-end in terms of work and will get them done as quickly as possible ... goals ... i quit the race today because i had a goal and recognized early enough that i had failed ... i wanted to do the 21km today in 1hr 45min ... the plan was to do at least 13km in hour and squeeze in the remaining 8km in 45 minutes ... what i produced was 14km in 70 minutes ... meaning i had to cover the remaining 7km in 35 minutes ... i looked at my pace ... i was not impressed ... i seemed to be fading to a crawl without a chance of getting 7km in 35 minutes ... if the goal had been going the distance, maybe i would have considered stopping for 5 minutes to rest and restarting ... but i did not have any room to manoeuver ... i had to cover the last 7km in 35 minutes ... a temporary stop and that's the end of the 7km in 35minutes ... i had to hold pace to achieve 35 minutes but my mind was not strong at that moment ... my mind was disappointed that it had not taken me to 13km in 60 minutes and was overwhelmed by the implications ... that's how i dropped out ... i had failed mentally ... there is nothing wrong ... i will bounce back ... i understand what happened and will progress from where i stopped ... my past is replete with recovery ... in december 2004 i met a south african ... he had done the comrades 93km marathon ... for that marathon you need six months of preparation ... his own half-marathon best then was 1hr 30min ... mine then was 1hr 41min 54sec ... we chatted in a restaurant and he told me i could do 1hr 15min ... i believed him but decided to aim for 1hr 30min ... during the first available week-end after my meeting with the south african that december 2004 i went to run a half-marathon with the sole aim of finishing in 1hr 30min ... that run turned out to be the worst half-marathon in my life ... i had never done 21km in over 2 hours but that december instead of the 1hr 30min i wanted what i got was 2hr 41min 19sec ... it was a nightmare of a run ... you just cannot imagine what torture it was to complete the distance ... i never suspected that my fitness had dropped to such lows ... the next thing i did was take a three-week vacation with a fitness plan that involved running 5km every morning for 21 days with progressive speed acceleration ... no half-marathons ... just 5km every morning and that's all i thought i needed to recover ... i also demanded of myself that i would start with slow 5km runs but that with every paasing day the successive 5km be faster than the previous one ... i started like that and was cutting down 30 seconds per day ... did that for five days and on the sixth day, i did not dare to go out to run ... i was afraid ... afraid of breaking my own condition that i had to run faster and faster every day ... i had to run faster that sixth morning ... yet was too scared to run a faster 5km ... i had a reached a 5km pace that was already a wild sprint from start to finish and in the middle of these runs i was thinking about the way my body was vibrating with force and was getting scared of the speed i was going at ... the fear of running faster stopped me from training on day 6 ... same thing on day 7 ... in short i stopped training completely out of fear ... like that till day 21 of the vacation ... a complete mental block ... so on the last day of that vacation and that was january 17, 2005, i said to myself ... ok, you are afraid of 5km ... leave the 5km alone ... run the half-marathon instead ... it is a different distance ... so there will be no basis for comparison and hence no risk that you will violate your self-imposed requirement that every successive 5km must be faster than the previous ... that's how on january 17, 2005 i ran 21km and not the 5km that was in plan for the vacation days ... that half-marathon of january 17, 2005 turned out to be another shocker ... 1hr 31min 35sec ... just imagine ... i ran 21km in 2hr 41min 19sec in december 2004 ... i cannot recall what i was expecting to achieve on january 17, 2005 ... maybe i would have been very happy with with 2hr after the nightmare of the previous month ... to go from 2hr 41min 19sec to 1hr 31min 35sec in less than one month and at first attempt was not something i could not have foreseen ... how did i do it ... just by running 5km once a day for five consecutive days and resting for the next 15 days out of fear ... what i do not know is what restored my fitness ... whether the 5km for 5 days or the 15 days of rest that followed or both ... that piece of history gives me the comfort that what happened today in me quitting at kilometre 14 is a minor setback and nothing to bother about ... today i aimed for 21km in 1hr 45min and failed ... nothing stops me from breaking the world half-marathon record next month ... my message is done ... am leaving work now to get some household things taken care of ... during week-ends i fall into and out of the office anytime i want ... ad libitum so to say ... flexible ... ... tell me ... how did your dancing go today ... no slip-ups i hope ... regards ...

1 of my emails: coffeen@mail.bg
if you want you may text me there. do we really need to fill the place here with full reports of our dailyround..
And are there ceratin types of questions I'm allowed to ask you...
I'm glad you feel spiffy after the race today.. this is excellent.
I dance the whole night away. it was earlier than I thought it'd be.
Next weekend here we'll have one of the most spectacular events - the international festival of the fancy-dressed dancers. A pageant of stunning sounds and play.

... my movements after leaving work today criss-crossed the half-marathon route ... the kilometre markers painted onto the road surface to indicate each kilometre of the course were still intact ... they filled me with wistfulness ... they were reminders of what could have been ... i saw ... kilometre 17 ... kilometre 18 ... kilometre 19 ... ground my feet failed to reach ... ground i should have covered ... ground that seemed so daunting and distant hours ago now appearing so approachable and within reach ... god ... why did i stop ... today my mind destroyed me ... again i ask ... why did i stop ... as i write now there is no trace of tiredness in my body ... it's as if i never ran at all today ... why did this happen ... i can wake up tomorrow and rerun the entire 21km course without a problem ... and who knows ... i just might do that ... if only to erase from memory that moment on kilometre 14 when i quit the race ... yeah ... i understand the moment ... i know what happened ... i cannot define fatigue ... i cannot define hunger ... i cannot define anger ... i do not know what these things are ... but failure i can recognize ... this is failure ... and failure switches me into mindless execution mode ... making me shoot down targets and killing without thought or emotion ... today's half-marathon fiasco will shake my life ... let tomorrow come first ... in fire i trust ... i am coming back ... regards ...

... dancer ... a dancer ... you are a dancer ... well, well, well ... i consider dancers ... very sexy, fit, and attractive material ... i have a poem dedicated to an all-night dancer ... it must be somewhere ... it's not lost i believe ... if you are are an all-night dancer, you are certainly hot and have a lot to teach me ... dancing is one of my development needs ... so you will not find in me any lack of energy to align my movements in step with yours ... but there is a problem ... you are virtual ... so we cannot meet ... and it will not happen ... even though we may have something in common ... looking up fancy-dress festival in google search engine, one festival in pernik came up ... i do not know much about the festival and have not lived in pernik to have heard about it but it may be the festival you mentioned ... coincidentally i was born in pernik ... regards ...

I was not born in pernik nor I've ever lived there. and the festival is elsewhere

... hi ... i got your e-mail address ... don't know if am going to use it ... it is easy to remember ... i cannot forget it ... sorry for inundating you with english ... you may be finding it difficult to respond in english ... but the moment i realized you understood english, bulgarian became second choice ... but it is okay if you answer in bulgarian ... my bulgarian may be on the level of a ten-year old schoolboy ... but still better than that of 99% of bulgarians ... so i think ... such is my belief in the 99:1 population distribution ... bulgarian language is changing ... it's now so saturated with foreign words ... i easily notice and understand the bulgarianized words ... but i wonder how bulgarians are coping with words whose roots they cannot decipher ... russian appears more resistant to such change but really i haven't had the time to keep track of the russian scene to hazard an opinion ... i am not running today ... have been reading newspaper reports of the race ... kenyans swept the prizes ... but complained of difficult race conditions ... high temperature (32 degrees Celsius) and high humidity (90%) ... winning times were close to 10 minutes off world record ... so you say it's the wrong festival ... should have guessed that it could not be in pernik ... one small satellite town ... can anything big happen in pernik ... dancer ... what is the ideal body type for a woman ... do you know ... i fear that the female forms that attract me may not necessarily be the best suited for rugged performance ... how rugged should a woman be and where ... in body ... in mind ... in character ... in spirit ... do you have anything on the topic in your knowledge base ... regards ...

you can use both bulgarian and english if you're going to email me.. your bulgarian is just perfect. I'm not sure it's a good idea to exchange all these comments longer than the postings. Let's not turn the blog into another book of days.
That festival I'm about to visit - "Кукерландия" is not different from the one you found. This time I'll just watch, listen and let the mystifying sounds go through my body, they say the vibrations give that healing effect of the natural renovation... The dancers are exclusively male as you may already know..
Ideal female type of body to me is a (proportionally) tiny waist line and long legs. I guess african women are very close to it :)

... today i had a conference call with my boss based in cape town and several peers from across the continents ... something was wrong ... he praised me and praised me and praised me and praised me as if i were the only person on the call ... as if the purpose of the call was to praise me ... it was uncomfortable ... hey, stop it - i wanted to say ... what have i done ... what has happened ... yet he was joined by another chap in johannesburg who rendered similar tunes ... i was worried ... when i hear praise, i prepare for danger ... never get carried away by what they say ... people die without knowing ... the wind can turn in an instant ... do what you have to do ... think or you will be eaten alive ... regards ...

... today i woke up at 4.30am ... by 5.30am i was at the national stadium ... by 5.40am i was at the starting point of last saturday's half-marathon ... i took off in the pre-dawn darkness ... this run was the first of a 52-week sequence ... over 52 sundays beginning today i will complete thirteen 4.2km runs, thirteen 12.6km runs, and twenty-six 21km runs ... the runs are to be done on my training ground on a nearby island where i have demarcated a 4.2km U-shaped loop of road ... one lap in the loop is 4.2km ... five - 21km ... ten - 42km ... very precise ... no traffic ... the ideal training location ... however this morning it was psychologically important to run not on the island but on the actual half-marathon route ... it was a wise choice to make for it helped me understand what happened last week-end ... to start with i discovered that the organizers of the half-marathon made errors in calibrating the course ... people ran 23km and not 21km ... also the greatest error in distance was made on the segment of the course where i thought i lost 5 minutes ... what i found out today was that the stretch from the 11km demarc to the 15km demarc was actually 5.2km and not 4km ... this explains the 'lost 5 minutes' that destablized me ... it would have done me good not to have suffered from this error of commission on the part of the organizers ... i would not have felt that i was drastically slowing down ... at the point i quit last saturday i was running to plan and not 5 minutes behind ... that said i am not saying i would not have given up last week ... the last straw was being overtaken without resistance ... not many people pass me in a race ... but i make them work for it ... on race day i was not as tough ... today between kilometre 16 and kilometre 21 i almost dropped out at least four times but was determined to finish and held on to complete the 23km route in 2 hours 8 minutes 31.13 seconds ... i am satisfied with the performance ... it shows that i am slightly out of shape though ... my norm for 23km should be 1 hour 55 minutes ... today was my first practice run ... if you know how i felt after it ... i had struggled to finish ... i could barely walk afterwards ... the post-run pain made me say to myself ... this is the last time i will do this ... this is my last half-marathon ... but that's not true ... the pain is gone now ... it is forgotten ... i have 25 more such runs planned ... interspersed with 12.6km and 4.2km runs for those sundays i want to rest by running shorter distances ... this plan will afford me the opportunity to get stronger, more competitive, and hardened for the next edition of the half-marathon in a year's time ... this is just the beginning of my comeback ... i am running again next sunday ... it could be 4.2km or 12.6km or 21km ... that i will decide on the day of the run ... what i certain is that very soon i will do these distances without feeling any pain ... what follows is the breakdown of today's performance ... 0km (0hr 0min 0sec) ... 0.7km (3min 51sec) ... 1.5km (7min 48sec) ... 3km (14min 30sec) ... 4.2km (20min 9sec) ... 5.2km (24min 30sec) ...6.2km (29min 10sec) ... 7.2km (33min 59sec) ... 8.2km (38min 17sec) ... 10.3km (48min 24sec) ... 11.4km (53min 57sec) ... 20.3km (1hr 48min 21sec) ... 21.2km (1hr 55min 21sec) ... 22.2km (2hr 4min 35sec) ... 23km (2hr 8min 31.13sec) ... if the calibration of the course was correct the split would have been round numbers (1km, 2km, 3km, and so on) ... i failed to see the 9km demarc ... demarc for kilometres 12, 13, 14, 16, 17 were no longer visible ... the 21km demarc was actually 23km ... i have never run a full 42km marathon ... the longest distance i have ever completed is 38km 760m achieved during my first and last attempt at 50km about seven or eight years ago ... mind you i am not a professional ... i am a systems engineer working doing office work ... but i do not think the kenyans, ethiopians, and tanzanians are way ahead of me ... their level of preparation is just light years away ... if trained like them, i would be like them ... i am god ... anything i commit to, i excel in ...