Deluciana, the blond Mediteranean high spirited and passionate girl that appears on:
Part 1: We've come to take
Part 2: The colour I bleed
Part 3: The Mouthorgan-kiss
Part 4: She is total...
Part 5: Kangaroo ball
As a twenty year old boy I worked in several supermarkets to pay for my musical gear. That is where I first saw this very attractive & good looking girl. Never before and never again did I see a girl that could switch from one facial expression to another in the blink of an eye! We became friends. I couldn’t offer her more than friendship, cause I was involved with my punk girl and loved my girl truly.
The funny thing is that I always felt that Deluciana and I should have been together if >
> I would have stayed a normal guy and would not have taken the drastic turn to the punk boys ’n girls. She wasn’t punk at all. She felt the same she told me, then and later in life when we looked back on this period together.
Still we became friends though and saw each other regularly and wrote each other letters. Letters that gave us an outlet. An outlet to our experiences in our young lives. At that age we had to cope with a lot of challenges and awkward feelings. I spoke her language and literally her father’s tongue.
We stayed friends for a couple of years, then I had to let her go. She warned me in advance: “Girls and boys can’t be friends. They will always end up in each other’s arms.” My experience was and still is different. “To be attractive seems a requirement for women that want to be your friend. I see you surrounded only by beautiful women UB Boy…”, Fren told me lately. >>
>> I somehow select this way, true. But I proved many times to be able to separate beauty from friendship. I can share and express my feelings more intimately with women. There are only a few men I can allow to come that close to me. Being intimate with me doesn’t mean women should look like men though. On the contrary, I like to be with real women. Miesha Tate is my favourite fighting girl, she is a real woman to me.
Amanda Nuñes overpowers her, but then she is more like a man. No harm meant, it is just my feeling.
So I let Deluciana go. It was hard to be close to her. When she sat next to me her feminine signals - a stroke through her hair, her glance, her hand on my hand when I held something - were hard to resist.
I wanted to bite her chest, after all. It is not that I blame those signals. We didn’t design life! From her I learned that friendship between women and men is simply not possible with all combinations. We still are in contact now and then, but literally at a discreet distance. It is good and very relieving that we both know why. In my heart she will always be my friend. A caring friend.
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