Parteeey!

Yesturday we went to the beach, like I told you. We made it home 7pm. Charoula told me that Stella was going to take us to paralia, to a club were Charoula new the owner. She was going to talk with him about giving me a job there!
At first, I was reeaaally scared. But when we stayed at the place all night I was really happy.
One "problem" though, when I was sitting in the bar everyone starred at me. I don't care about that anymore, but when I moved on to the dancefloor every guy in the place just couldnt get their hands away from me! I swear, if i moved away from one guy after telling him "NO!", it didnt took long time before next one was all over me. So, after 2-4 hours war, I gave up. A really nice gut from Slovania came to me and we danced for a long time. And he was crazy!! Haha, we swoshed around like there was nobody else there.
At the end of the night I had 2 numbers. Not from the nice slovanian though. When the club was empty and Charoula was talking to the bartender I heard someone whisper "Do you think she is from Sweden?" (he asked in greek of course), so I turned around and saw this two guys that was sitting next to me and smiled. They wanted me to sit at their table, so I did. They asked me "How old are you?" and I answerd the same thing like allways "What do you think?". They looked at me and said:
Guy 1: "Well, 22?"
Guy 2: "Noo.. I think she is 23.. Maybe 24."
Me: "Haha, no no no.."
Guy 2: "No? Well.. 26 then?"
Me: "HAH! Nooo!"
Guy 1: "You have to be older than 19 anyway... Come on, tell us!"
Me: "Okej, I'm 17! :)"
Guy 1 and 2: "WHOOOOAAAAAT?! O.O"
I love when people say I look like a 20 year old. I just hope I wont look like 35 when I'm 25...!

Now I'm going to take a shower. :)
Filakia!



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