Quem é o meu "anônimo"????? (Diário da Mirys)

Quando eu comecei a escrever a saga do "era uma vez" (preciso continuar... eu sei... eu sei...) teve alguém que deixou um comentário super intrigante, dizendo que estaria sempre por aqui e que, um dia, eu saberia quem era.

Então que, meses depois, ele (ou ela???) cumpriu a parte dele - parcialmente - e vira e mexe comenta algum post. Mas... esse "dia" da grande revelação, até agora, não chegou!!! Nada! NAdica! Zero! Zero grande e redondo!!!

Por isso, eu pergunto: "caro anônimo, quem é você????".
A minha curiosidade está me matando...

English version: "once upon a time"

Once upon a time 6 - His side of the story (Diário da Mirys)

That's right: Fer and I were just friends. We became best friends, somewhere in the path ... but that's it!

I had a boyfriend with whom I was the last 5 years and this relationship consumed me entirely. It had strong emotions, exciting fights, reconciliations made in Hollywood, love notes, flowers, surprising visits, tons of jealousy and insecurity. And we´re almost addicted to it. Me and him. And we had no room for anyone else.

Fer also had someone from the years before college. He was dating a beautiful girl, brunette, blue eyes, gorgeous body. She was from his home town. She was his high school sweetheart (always the most turbulent, but the most striking relationships, isn´t it?), and they remained together for many years in college. It was also something intense, with comings and goings, jealousy, like a script from some film.

As we were best friends and considering his opinion was always very sensible, when I was fighting with boyfriend #4, I ran to Fer to tell him and ask his opinion. And vice versa! With great male advices (to me) and great female advices (from me to him), we managed to keep our past relationships until near the end of college (kkkkk! If I only knew ...). There was never an "atmosphere" between us, I never received a "meaningless phrase" from him, we never had anything like that! We were just best friends!!

I remember being given advice to him that would have thrown his girlfriend into his arms (and vice versa, again) forever. "She's jealous? Pleased her, Fer! Buy some flowers. Make a little dinner for two. Call her at an unexpected time. Appears at her house in the middle of the week (she lived in their home town, remember?). Make a crazy passionated thing !!!". "You fought because you screwed up? Go there, Fer, go to her and apologize. But, make it right! Make her feel the most important girl in the world." Would not you be with a guy who made you feel THE one, the principal, the only one?? I'd be ...

Fer's advice to me was already completely opposite! ´Cause ... I was always on the edge, very intense, very high to the tenth power. And I had found my "pot cover", the perfect guy for me and my intensity (boyfriend #4). Pressure cooker !!!!!!!!!! So, the advices from Fer were "take it easy, Mirys. I know you 2 are okay, but need not stay stuck all the time. I know you 2 are not ok, but there´s no need to suffer so much. Pretend you have nothing to do with it, pretend that you do not want the guy back. " And he returned. Ding!

The funniest part (to me, of course. Because for her, should not have been funny at all!) was that his girlfriend died of jealousy me, according to Fer (watch out! I never talked to the girl about it). Me ????? My dear, why ????? I pushed this man to you! I was the only one around he who´s NOT interesting (remember that my girlfriends were beautiful?)!!! I was a boy for him, a fellow to tell guys stories (without the part of belching and some other things that men love to do to prove his manhood)!

But after the first week of college (in other city), he returned home. And he found his girlfriend. I will simulate now because, from now on, I did not watch the scene. I only heard it a few times (like 1,304,549,270).

Girlfriend: "Hi" smack, smack
Fer: "hi" smack, smack
Girlfriend: "Hey, how was school?"
Fer "It was cool. Very nice. The lessons were cool, the jokes with new peopel was fun."
Girlfriend, "and... do you met new people?"
Fer: "Yes. I made many new friends in class."
Girlfriend: "How cool! Who are they?"
Fer: "There´s guy A, guy B, guy C, girl Mirys, girl ..."
Girlfriend: "WHO IS THIS #@$%#@&*#$@! MIRYS ????????????????"

That´s it, folks ... I think I just have bad luck to be quoted in the first place ... and I only realized how serious and dangerous my situation was the day that I traveled abroad on a tour WITH Fer´s girlfriend ! Yes .. the world is the size of a pea ...

Once upon a time 5 - Friends!!! (Diary of Mirys)

We´ve met and became friends on the bus, that first day of college!

I'm not sure how it evolved into "best friends" but I know it evolved. And very quickly! Fer was very different from me: he was super shy (he has a brother who was beautiful, outgoing, hairy - everything girls love at 17years old, who also played guitar at parties. And they were super glued! So, one worth the other...), he had few and good friends, he loved to study, he lived in a place with a bunch of other college guys, he went out at night. My territory was the faculty(ies) because the rest of my life was a good ordinary ruled thing. It was kile house - 1st school - English classes - college #2 - house. I did not work (Fer was a trainee at a law firm). I spent my whole weekend at the church or with my church group (very good friends until today).

But we always had much in common: music, books, english, cinema. We thought much the same!

Fer was a member of ONE of my class groups in college (did I not tell you that I´d spoke with the door knob, if she answered me ???). This group was like: three girls and two boys (well... the "fix" members) plus a floating population that was always around. The boys were barbarians: good friends, always willing to help, good studants. Usually they took their license before us (girls) and they drove us up and down the city. Fer had a white VW!! It was alwasy breaking. It had a rum that led something to somewhere that, when heated, dilated and left the its correct place. So we had to stop the car, replace the barrel in his corner, cool it (Fer always had a pet in his car with water) and move on. Or was it or was a belt slipping problem and we needed to stop the car, put it in place, and move on.

Sometimes we went out at night. The whole gang. Then I discovered that my friend was a very good dancer (I just smile remembering of him dancing wildly at... hey, I forgot the name of the club! But remember that there was a blue drink there that I loved - when I decided to try some alcohol and bear one or two shots in the mouth).

To be outside, in a club, next to two of the prettiest girls in college was a common thing for me. I was never the beautiful one. Always the "nice" one. At first, I loved the title. Then I started to hate (because it came to mean "not pretty, but cool"). Then I returned to love again. But the girls were gorgeous! M. was tall, brunette, slim, with a huge smooth hair, super smile. L. was lower than myself, but had a clear clurly hair, green eyes and a body to die for! It was great when we went anywhere. Hang out with them was like going out with my sister number two (I will not do the ad because she has married now. But she is beautiful !!!): learn to talk to all the guys who were interested in them. Learn to be friendly, the "nice" one! Learn to smile and laugh, knowing that nobody would be interested in you when they´re around! And you understand that having "one meter long leg" is stunning only to Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman." For you, it means nothing when you have lower but WONDERFUL girls on your side! ...

But that's alright. I was dating the boyfriend #4, remember? And I kept in that way almost the entire college. So I went to these places just to dance! And I was allowed to go out so few times that I used my time to dance as much as possible!

And Fer, too, had a girlfriend. For a longtime ...

Once upon a time 4 - So intense.... (Diary of Mirys)

I think it´s important to leave some things recorded here, which may explain some "after" for you. Things that happened to me and they made me so intense. These things made me be passionate (almost dependent) to all this intensity in my entire life.


1st thing
Write in walls can be horrible! Clueless. Lack of respect. Absurd. Lack of civility. Etc. Etc.

But when you're very very young (I will not talk about age ´cause I don´t wanna to let you know for sure who did this), when it is your birthday and you arrive at dawn in the school and see the white wall in front of your college with a HUGE statement of love to you, with your nickname on it (just to be sure that IS for you, although you recognize the handwriting at this time), when the text is there gaping, that huge sentence saying that you are loved ... oh, well baby! Social convention and political correctness go to space (and beyond)!! There is a smile installed on your face and it will not go away at all!

(Actually, the smile came back, even today, many years later, only to remember that feeling ...).


2nd thing
Have you ever had a boyfriend who climbed on top of the table OR printed a banner OR called friends to make a serenade just to say "I loved you"? So ... I did! I confess that I loved every one of the things.

Even more: once he pretended not to remember it was our anniversary; and after I was super angry, he picked me up and gave me a more lengthy kisses of my life. In public. And all your friends made a circul around us and there was a bunch of applauses at the end. Shameeeeeeee.... I say "shame" today. At the time, considering I have space for wind in my head (which is what we all have before the 20s or so), I found it the best moment!


3rd thing
Once when I came back from a week on the beach with my family, I discovered that my boyfriend had been with another girl. Horrifying. I felt more ugly than she was (she was uglyyyy), of course! Small. Tiny.

When I saw him he came to tell me. He was super sorry. He didn´t know that I already knew (D.: thanks my friend for telling me!!!). And he apologized, and wept, and cried, and begged, and called me in the early mornings and late nights that followed. And begged (again). And I came back.

Won... The return after a fight! ... What a delicious sensation.

But the girl called him at home once. And I was there. And he swore he wanted nothing with her. And I did not know whether to believe or not. Then he gave me a phone and got to an extension. And talked to the girl and repeated that he wanted nothing with her, that he loved me and stuff. And she said she "didn´t care to be the other" (hello ????? I'm in the extension, my friend !!!). But he was firm and made one of the greatest indirect declarations of love for me I've ever heard (it was the least he SHOULD do, right?).

PS: I have forgiven. We came back. But he came out with this girl and many others after that. Until the day I found out and gave this relationship up for good. Not without crying, not without too much drama, too many apologies. But some people don´t seam in life...

4th thing
This is happy. And it is short!

One day, my boyfriend went to the beach with his family. And called me every day saying he could not bear how much he missed me. And I answered that "Oh, OK. Of course..."

Until he decided to to "prove" that he couldn´t live away from me. He called me and said - "I'm going to see you! Wait for me." And he arrived in our city in less than three hours. PS: the beach was six hours away from my city! I don´t wanna even think how he and his friend - who also had left his girlfriend in our city - ran on the road. When I realized, he had called me from his home and was waiting for me with candles and flowers and goodies! Woohoo!

NOTE: Tania, if you read this, you will know exactly what I'm talking about!


5th thing
The best and most unforgettable.

One night, I have a huge fight with my boyfriend. It was reeeeeallllyyy huge. For me it was always like this: too intense. If it was good, I was VERY-SUPER-MEGA-ULTRA-MAXI-WELL. If it was bad ... my friends ... I wept and suffered, and it was awful. But I was never nasty or disrespectful to others. The thing was about myself. I suffered like hell!

But my stupid boyfriend was sorry for what he had done and wanted to repair the damage. He wanted me back (oh, oh ...). And I did not accepted what he have done at all! You know the popular quote that says "scalded cat fears hot water" (in Brazil)? So ... that was it!

He called me and asked and begged until around 2 am, when my mother lost patience and sent me off the phone. Disconnected. But I did not sleep. I could not.

About six in the morning, I decided to go to the kitchen in order to prepar the coffee to go to school and in the middle of the dark hallway ... I found my mother with a broom and a garbage bag in hand. "-Miriane! Come back to bed! It's too early." What??? She has always complained that I took to much time to wake up ... IT MUST BE SOMETHING!!

She went to the garage and I followed her. And she continue to send me back to my bedroom. But I insisted and insisted until I got in the garage ... or should I say garden? We had a garage for 2 cars at home (since we were a family of mother + father + 8 little ones, at that time) and she was COMPLETELY covered in flowers! The cars included. Flowers of all kinds, colors, smells. Flowers for me. Flowers to apologize!

My mother had managed to sweep a little bit, but I focused on the rest. In color. In the amazing smell. Notes with "I Love You" which were mixed with the flowers. And that was one of the most striking scenes of my life until now!

PS1: of course I went back with that boyfriend! "Oooooobvious"!

PS2: it is unthinkable to imagine that my mother would take that vision of my life forever! Honestly ... When you are a mother, no matter how insane that is the thing that has happened in your house, if it is a demonstration of love for your daughter, LET IT BE, LET IT THERE! She (the daughter) deserves to see it!

Once upon a time 3 - Boyfriend #3 (Diary of Mirys)

I promised to tell you how I´d broken up with boyfriend number 3, didn´t I? Let´s see...

Well ... We (me and boyfriend #3) were dating for almost year but it was worthless. The balance was very heavy to his side: while I wanted nothing more than friendship, he is falling more and more in love with me ... I decided it would be better off, somewhat. So we talked and ended the relationship. Simple like that. Pretty much normal.

IIIIFFFFFFFF he´nt remained in love.
IIIIIFFFFFFFFF I was not a softie and easy to convince one, who can not say "no" and stick at it. Now I know. At the time I was a disaster! I was not dating him anymore, nor having casual encounters with him (remember I told you I do not this kind of things?), but I accepted to talk every time he asked me to talk to him. And listened. And talked. And tried to explain that it was the best for him. But ... he always had one more request for a conversation ...

I changed schools (at the third year of juniro high). So, I was no longer with him and the whole old group every day. When I wanted to see the girls, I get out with them. As we could not meet by chance at school anymore the boyfriend #3 started to go at my home and talk to me (and try to convince me to come back).

The only problem was that, at that time of my life, months after the #3rd broke up, the wannabe boyfriend #4 (that one about the little kiss at the bus), was already in the area. Super jealous! And huge (remember I told you he was more than 78 inches tall? Yeah ... forgot to mention that he weighed 225 pounds! And I weighed 112 pounds! Point taken, the guy was huge!). And because of his size, wannabe boyfriend #4 was frightening for the other claimants. And as I was the best friend of the wannabe #4 guy, I knew him so very well to know he could cause problems for my (now ex) boyfriend #3. So, I tried to avoid conversations with #3 (for his own safety).

But one day he insisted so very much that I gave in and told him to come to my house to talk (and I try to convince him, once again, that was not worth being together). He went there in his clean and beautiful car. And stopped at the door. 2p.m. sharp. I got in the car and we´ve talked there, in broad daylight.

In the middle of a sentence like: "-John Doe, you're pretty cool, but I do not deserve you ..." I heard a "BOOM!". Seconds later, another "BOOM." Followed by a "PLOFT". It looked like there was a bombing nearby (verrrrry close, like on top of our heads). A colorful bombing thoug! In the midst of such "BUM", "ploft", "SQUASH", "BANG", "Poft," "BAM", we begin to see the car window changing colors ... green (avocado), orange, yellow (egg), red (watermelon) ...

Near to my house there was a huge public grocery store. And fruits and vegetables unsold and unsaleable went to a huge trash can, right there in front of the store. What happened was that my (wannabe) boyfriend #4 passed in front of my house and he saw the car with me inside talking to the former boyfriend. Dying of jealousy, he stopped in the first place we found (the grocery store), grabbed the first thing found (or flimsy rotten fruit, garbage) went to a nearby space (across the street in from my house) and started throwing trash on the competition. Literally!

And so boyfriend #3 never appeared again!

(Closes the parenthesis)

Once upon a time 2 - The boyfriend # 2 (Diary of Mirys)

Opening a parentheses to not let you be curious after the things I´ve said...

Let´s establish some points: boyfriend number 2 was all that I wrote in a previous post. Or better saying: he was not everything I told you. At least, not with me. And I was there, all naive, 15y.o., dragging the worlllllllldddddddd because of him and he felt like he was the last cookie in the package (the most wanted one). With my help! I myself lifted the ball and gave it a "rape star trek" (remember that? A little note, below). Well ...

And there we were: me, super in love, thinking the boy was everything that was the good in this life, and he didn´t giving me any thoughts. To me, we were dating and I was what a girlfriend should be: if he called I runned towards him, I bought gifts, I send him notes, I was faithful, I do not leave home without him, etc, etc, etc.. Seing things from his perspective, we were not dating ... he was nothing of that! And so it went until I could not take over and putted an end to that dating thing (dating?? Courtship of only one ??? I was really silly).

Of course, I still saw the guy many times in my walks in Jau (my parents city) and I still received some calls and visits from him when I went to college (hence, I had become "important" and more interesting, people!). I confess that I was burning inside but I did not show that, no even open some space to he to enter. What if he told me he wanted nothing with me?? No way! To much risk! As my very intelligent mother say: some things are better not to be asken and not knowing than to be asked and you do not like the answer!

And I was always in doubt if the guy had some interest in me or not (if I was interested in us for the both of us). He was making fun, running around, etc. but he had never been direct like "I'm into you." And I pretended he was not there.

The coup de grace came when, after years and years (and I already forgot of his existence and my teenage crush was already 100% ended), I seted up my wedding. And he read about it in the newspaper. Small town's difficult to hide things! Then, days (few days) before the wedding, I get a little letter from him. Hand in hand (how did he find me???). Plus: he delivered the following message (coming from his mouth): "- would be wasteful to the world if you do get marry because you are too good to stay with one person only ... Here (he gave me the letter). If you change your mind, I am around here. "

Miriane´s Ego 1,000,000,000,000 X 0 boyfriend #2

Point for me! Late, but struck!

A little note: Star Trek: a specific type of drawing down in volleyball. The ball is right in order to achieve great heights (about 25 meters). The increase in the radius of the parabola described by the trajectory makes the ball almost straight down, and at speeds of 70 km / h. Popularized in the 1980s by the Brazilian team, especially by former player Bernard Rajzman, he is now considered outdated and is no longer playing in international competitions. Source: wikipedia / volleyball

Once upon a time 1 - Hi. Nice to meet you (Diary of Mirys)

I started college by the age of 17yo (recently completed). I was a baby, I know! I did not know anything about anything at that time. Honestly, I think it was better that way...

I only had 4 boyfriends (I never "be" with anyone. I had relationships).

The first one was magic! I started to date him when I was 13 years old (he was 17) and just had our first kiss on 14 November, i.e. after my 14th birthday! Dad taught me well. I delaied and wait to the maximun! But when it happened, wow, IT HAPPENED!! Everyone says the first kiss is a disaster, you do not know what to do, neither does the boy, etc ... but I got lucky! My first boyfriend was much older, i.e. super adult (cof! cof!), and my first kiss was exactly what I had dreamed of. Result: I got the head in the clouds for suuuuuuch a long time. And I adopted as a motto the phrase: "the important is kissing on the mouth and being happy." Don´t you laugh!! It was super deep and meaningful, for me, at that time! Guys, remember that I was only 14 y.o.!!!!!!!!! I was dating this boy for more or less a year (counting from the beginning that we would call that a "dating" cause we only walked around hand in hand).

The second was a mad crush. What did I have in my head at that time????? The guy had nothing to do with me, wanted nothing to do with me, but I carried bags the size of the world for him. Humpf! There are people who are so silly, right? One day (after I had sent roses to the house of the guy !!!), he decided to "step down" to my level and we got together. It was perfect! Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. We were finally dating!! I was so in ecstatic about it that I did not realized that we were dating just for me! Just in my head! He was not in a relationship! Seriously! We dated (like "only I've dated") for a year untill I broke up (hello?????) with him. And I carried chains ´cause of this guy for over a century! ... (Go figure the bizzare being that inhabits my body ...). PS: one day, I paid it back! But that is for another story!

The third boyfriend was a nice and cool guy who was much more interested in me than I was in him. You know that classic case of groups from school that has 5 girls and 5 boys and all the other eight are involved lovingly, unless you and a boy?? So that was the case. My case. It was my first boyfriend who had a car, someone that pick me up and give me lifts, who had talked to my parents, who worked, who gave me gifts. I was very, very well treated in those days. And it was a delight to get out all together, with the group. The hard part was when we were just the two of us. He liked me more than the reverse and when the balance tilts too much to one side, the relationship does not flow. It was terrible breaking up with him ... but my next boyfriend gave me a little help (hilarious details in a forthcoming post).

The 4th boyfriend, I even called him "brother" because we were so close to each other. Like "really best friends", you know? I had helped the poor and small (he is more the 78 inches tall!!!!) guy to stay with his 2 first girlfriends. I was a real friend, do you get it? Until one day, in a bus, coming back from a trip with a bunch of friends, I asked to sleep on the whole bank (yes! He would have to move to a bench foward on the bus, in the middle of the noisy part of it! How cool was I?). But his legs would not fit in any space other than that one where we´re seating - the last seat. And he suggested that I fell asleep in his lap anyway. And I say "ok" (he was like a BROTHER to me! Focus, people! Focus !!!!). So, in the middle of my sleeping time, he gave me a little kiss on the mouth and I woke up scared. WHATTHEH..ISGOINGONHERE?? DeclarationS and confessions rolled high, but I could not see the boy in another way that was not as my brother. After all, best friend's almost a brother, is not it?

But the guy was insistent ... He nocked at my door, and talked to me at church and he asked to his friends to talk to me and asked and asked and asked. One afternoon, in front of my house, I decide to say: "-Yeah. Let's try." Where I was thinking at that time ??????????????????????? (When you know the whole story, you will understand my question). But the fact is that we kissed and... it was horrible! Yes, terrible! But so, so, so terrible that I played not nicely and said "-Ok .. that was not cool ... well ... let´s try this: I'll kiss you like my ex boyfriend used to kiss me and then we see if it works, ok? Then, you tell me what you think ...". (Boys who read me: if one day some crazy girl say such an indecent thing for you, run! Run away!! Run as fast as you can!! Close the parentheses.) Despite the french kiss worked out very well with my ex, with that new wannabe boyfriend nothing tourned out right at the first attempt. Neither the second, nor the third. But, some say that the practice leads to perfection... I'll just say this then: perfect! Years and years of practice later, he still holds the medal for "best kiss of my life!". Humpf! It´s better not remember or think about it.... I dated him for 5 years from junior high until I almost finished two colleges.

Yes, with all the wisdom I have at 17 years old, I decided it would be a good idea to start two colleges at the same time! I did law school in the mornings and journalism in the evenings. And since I was a little girl full of aspirations in life, I still attached some more specialized courses of English and French and dancing in all my free afternoons!

The first day of class at law school was classic: a lot of veterans, classroom presentation, a lot of requesting for pennies at the lights, general drunkenness with veterans at one of the most famous pubs in the city. And in the middle of all this I retourned home. Full of dreams, plans, expectations for the future. I went home by bus because I did not drive (could not) at the time. I was sitting in the back of the bus, whistling for life! "What a wonderful world..." And someone asked me:

"- You are also in the FAC (law school), don´t you?"
I look to my side and there was a boy, about 17, skinny skinny, sitting beside me, someone I thought I had seen before in the class. He was not huge (like my boyfriend). He was not super beautiful. He was not a leader of anything. Not attracted attention. It was pretty shy, actually. But, he was fortunate that I was not! On the contrary, I always talked to anyone who wanna talk to me (even a blue streak)! And because I was dating the huge boy number 4 (above), because I was in the phase "all-in-good-than-life-has-to-offer" in that relationship, I was so in love, so I started talking to the boy on the bus. Zero problems in sight! A begginer like me. A little lost like me. Skinny and brown hair like me. We step out the bus at the same point. I should go to my grandmother´s (remember I lived with my grandmother?) and his shoul go to his aunt, where he lived, who stood near. At the corner of my house, I turned to him (he would continue uphill, toward his house) and said:

"- So bye. See you tomorrow."
"- See you tomorrow. "
"- Oh, I'm Mirys, by the way."
"- Very nice to meet you. I'm Fernando."

Once upon a time... (Diary of Mirys)

Many people keep asking me about the accident. They ask for details. They ask me about "who", "when", "where", "why" and then ". I have told about it here (which was the volume of information I could handle at the moment). And I think I'm still not ready to speak about that night and the following week. I made a time lapse on purpose in the story (the blog started 10 days after the accident). I made a lapse in the texts and also in my little head. Some days I want to forget ...

Note: for those who do not know, our stories were written long before this blog and there were retrieved with the help of sensational friends!

But there are people who ask me about the BEFORE! "How", "where", "when", "in what way ", "what did he feel", "but you were just friends right?". And about that I have good stories to tell!

Yesterday, writing about my grandmother , I remembered some parts of this story. And I decided it would be nice to leave it registered here, with all the details and confusions that seem interesting to me (people!!! My children will read this one day, do not forget about that!! And I, mother, do not want go from "fun" to "mad mad!").

Of course I can not write "briefly" (cousin .. so sorry! ... but you said you like what I write!...). And it will become a virtual soap opera, complete with scenes of the next chapter, and (hopefully, hopefully, hopefully!) many comments of my co-producers (you, readers!) telling me what would follow IF the story was theirs!

Then, whenever you want to follow the soap opera, look for the icon "Once upon a time." I intend to post them in order and numbered. So you can continue where you left off!
How about?? Let´s go??

Kisses and blessings.
Mirys

Follow here as I left it ... (Okay, okay ... not that much in the pass! I will start when I met Fer or a little before - just to thrill you!)

And I turned (we turned!) into that ...