What to do when dealing with a Dan. I had several friends named Dan.
My first childhood friend was Daniel. A neighbour. We were smashing each other’s heads with stones. We threw sand in our eyes, and so on. These were our games, I don’t know what we had to share.
I no longer say that I have touched penises. He wanted us to fuck, he probably thought he was a woman. I did not refuse him, and took the little girl outside, and we “greeted”.
My second friend was Dan-iel. I call him that because that’s what everyone called him, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia. He was a cool boy, just…a bit shy.
I worked with another Daniel on the construction site, he was from somewhere around Iasi, and he brought us autumn wine to work.
One Dan, actually two, are my work colleagues.
And there is another Daniel, but this is the important person, and I don’t want to divulge him.
Daniela was one of my girlfriends, the third I think.
Daniela was another girl who didn’t trust me when I wanted to be in a healthy relationship with her. Maybe that’s how she thought it was better, I’m going by her hand.
Dan is the name of a Christian saint who was persecuted during the Christian persecutions.