Ghosts in men mind (how to talk to a man?)

It was probably 4.00 ‘o clock am. I woke up by the sound of air conditioning and saw Alex standing with his back towards the wall at the opposite side of the room. He looked like he was a bit nervous and ready for fight, or something like that. Never seen him like this before.

“Can’t you sleep?” I asked. “And by the way, what are you doing over there?”
“There is something - or somebody in this room!” He answered.
“Where?” I asked.
“At the opposite side of the room.” He said.
“F*CK! That’s my side of the room. Don’t scare me like that! Hmmmmm… well, I can’t see anybody or anything.. Are you OK? Why don’t you crawl into your bed and try to get some sleep, alright?”
“You’re not supposed to see it, but feel it.” He said.
“Are you seeing ghosts, or somethin’?” I asked.
“Ssssshhhhhhhhh…. feel it.” He whispered.
“But I can’t feel anything, but my love for you, remember?! I’m just an ashtray (I now whispered back to him). Have a cigarette darling. Maybe that’s what you need right now. It’s been a hot day. Let’s have a little chat, shall we?!” I asked.

“If you can’t feel it, then maybe you should shut the f*ck up!” He shouted suddenly.

And that was the last thing he said. He stood there for about ten minutes longer and then he silently went into his bed. He threw the white towel over his naked body, turned on his right side and a little bit later he seemed to fell a sleep again.

The next day he wouldn’t talk to me anymore. He laid in his bed a whole day reading Oxford English-English Dictionary. One that he bought on the market a couple of days ago.

Can you people believe that?

I mean, I can understand human beings enjoy reading poetry, novels and romans from time to time… but a dictionary?? Who reads dictionaries for gods sake? People don’t read a dictionary like it’s a book, page by page… do they?!

How to talk to a man?

Could he be upset?
Is there something bugging him?
How am I now supposed to talk to this guy?
And how do women talk to a man?

This is what I tried the next day.

“My dear, is there something wrong.. is there something bothering you?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” He said, while keep staring in his dictionary.
“But sweety, we have to talk. Talk to me please.” I said.
“Don’t call me like that and leave me alone.” He replied.
“But…”

“Shut up!”

Do ghosts really exist?

That were the last words we had the last 24 hours. And I’m so scared he’ll leave me here here in India. What am I supposed to do if he leaves me behind, huh?! Become fu*kin’ spiritual?
It’s all so freaky… you know.
So I wonder, is he seeing ghosts? Do ghosts really exist?

Here is my take on all that yubba-dubba-doo ghosts issue.
What Alex probably saw as a ghost…

Ghosts in men mind.

… I’ve seen for real — and I’m not kiddin’!
Take a look at this little friend. He’s good, isn’t he?!

Try not to see it, feel it.

You can hardly see him. Such a good camouflage. Maybe Alex could even learn something from this little fella and use it for his make-up business.. Our little friend is now our room mate anyway.

But how am I supposed to explain it to him?
How do I know if he saw… eughmmmm, ok, felt then anything at all?

Is there any woman out there to help me a little, to find out what’s exactly on his mind?

How do I talk to a man?
Can someone help me out…. pleeeease?!

Sad and scared,
Ashtray

Pic, Alex and I happy, a couple of days ago…

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