MY EGYPTIAN PRINCE

It all started with a bussines trip. I met him and since then I have not been the same. There’s no peace in me anymore. It’s beyond my control.

I don’t know why I have a gift to get hooked on the wrong kind of guy. Ever since I was too young to understand it, I’ve always got a crush on the unsuitable type of boys. With the exception of my boyfriend, of course (shame on me!!!).

To tell you the truth, I think that the main reason for opening this blog is him. I cannot keep it inside me anymore, it’s burning me like hell.
In the first instance, I started running through the net, looking for different forums and blogs related to egyptians. The cultural difference is so huge that I was only trying to get closer to him, to understand just a little his way of acting... his way of thinking. And that’s how I found the post of the egyptian mozza. I guess that she’s been my inspiration (like many others). This girl is really making me understand a lot of things about their culture and their social life.
Besides, the word mozza souns really funny for a spanish, since in spanish moza (with only one z), means girl, so that’s how the idea of this blog began to take form.

Let’s come back to him, the egyptian prince. Why did he have to be so nice, so funny, so polite (apparently!!), with a never-ending conversation ..... definitely so interesting?.
And why did I have to find him in that very moment of my life (remember I love my boyfriend) and in Cairo (it’s soooo far)?. He made me feel like a fool. It was funny. When he held my hand I blushed, and my legs were shaking. Can you believe it?. He was so sweet, and caring. BTW, in case you were wondering, I will tell you: No, I didn’t cheat on my boyfriend.

At the beginning, when I came back to Madrid there was only one thought in my mind: forget the guy. Unfortunately, we kept smsing and I was falling deeper and deeper. The whole thing went on until the day he decided that it was enough for a play. The cultural difference was so big... you know, he’s a muslim and wants to marry an egyptian girl.. yada yada yada. But it was too late for me then. I’m an extremely passionate girl that’s true, but this guy made me feel different and this is also true.

The story did not ended there, but I don’t really want to go into details now (I will, don’t worry!!).

The thing is that I feel really dissapointed about him (well, I barely knew him, what could I expect?) but even so, he’s on my mind all the time. Or maybe I should said because of that, he’s on my mind all the time. Coming back to the old times, uh??. This is the type of guy who used to attract me, I’ve told you!!
And I can only think of meeting him again. It’s becoming an obsession. What can I do?, What am I going to do?

SHIT!!!, I can’t forget my egyptian prince (or should I say my egyptian frog?????).