boys boys boys
where to chat up guys
on the corner of my officebuilding is a mailbox. half an hour before I went home today, I took a huge stack of business mail there. a guy is already there, a cig between his lips, I check him out a bit, I'd say around 30, tossing his mail in. I come up and he holds the lid up for me, as I have both hands full with my envelopes.
"suuuuper", I say "let's meet here every day from now on, at same time"
he starts to laugh, has a hand free to take his cig back out of his mouth.
"hehe okay" he says
"well, merci, ciaooo" I say and go back to my building.
ah, so THAT'S where, eh? ;)
I did some foodshopping for the weekend about an hour earlier. the supermarket was packed, and curving around with the shoppingkart turned out to be quite difficult without bumping into anyone. this turkish dad and his
early-20ies-daughter and me kept on standing in the same spot. the dad and me checked out oranges (yeah, I know, don't laugh), later I helped the daughter to pick the sort of sardines she wanted (probably can't read?? I showed her she can go by colour. lemon = yellow, plain oil = blue. those who can read are in a clear advantage, huh :P), and then we stood in queue at the cashier together again, the dad and me winking and smiling at each other. kinda nice. bought some fruit, some veggies, juice, mozarella and olive-ciabatta and paid less than 13 €. now that is nice!
talked to the-man-who-shan't-be-named (TMWSBN) on the mobile in the afternoon. all of 3 minutes, before his pre-paid card ran out, I guess. or he ran
out of net-connection (yeah, fat chance in europe). why he can't find another phone and call back is beyond my understanding. he called me from the middle east a bunch of times before. I can't get it inside my head how someone can turn so cold, so businesslike all of a sudden. I can't believe I can't bring myself to just letting go. I can't believe I'm such a wuss, I can't just say "k, now listen up, buddy, I still like ya that way. can you tell me if there's the slightest chance you might actually make room for me in your life? coz, if that's the case, I'd move the heavens and the earth." well, I tried to say that as an answer to his "heeey, so what's up?", right before his line went dead. and I don't feel like keeping on trying to ring. my number would appear 3 million times when his phone comes back on. bad image. I'm not that desperate or insane.
yeah, rightttt
the other day, my friend E made me promise to take faith in "I'll meet someone, who'll be perfect for me, who'll be the best guy on this planet and he'll worship me and adore the ground I walk on". she says she has it in her urine it'll happen. oh well, then I better believe in that, eh?
on the way back home, some old cop sat vis-a-vis of me. laptop on his lap, listening to a CD over headphones. it took me a while to listen in, and then I realized: country-and-western???? I was inclined to offer him donuts. some clichés die hard, ey?
wow. I'm such a girl.
on the corner of my officebuilding is a mailbox. half an hour before I went home today, I took a huge stack of business mail there. a guy is already there, a cig between his lips, I check him out a bit, I'd say around 30, tossing his mail in. I come up and he holds the lid up for me, as I have both hands full with my envelopes.
"suuuuper", I say "let's meet here every day from now on, at same time"
he starts to laugh, has a hand free to take his cig back out of his mouth.
"hehe okay" he says
"well, merci, ciaooo" I say and go back to my building.
ah, so THAT'S where, eh? ;)
I did some foodshopping for the weekend about an hour earlier. the supermarket was packed, and curving around with the shoppingkart turned out to be quite difficult without bumping into anyone. this turkish dad and his
early-20ies-daughter and me kept on standing in the same spot. the dad and me checked out oranges (yeah, I know, don't laugh), later I helped the daughter to pick the sort of sardines she wanted (probably can't read?? I showed her she can go by colour. lemon = yellow, plain oil = blue. those who can read are in a clear advantage, huh :P), and then we stood in queue at the cashier together again, the dad and me winking and smiling at each other. kinda nice. bought some fruit, some veggies, juice, mozarella and olive-ciabatta and paid less than 13 €. now that is nice!
talked to the-man-who-shan't-be-named (TMWSBN) on the mobile in the afternoon. all of 3 minutes, before his pre-paid card ran out, I guess. or he ran
out of net-connection (yeah, fat chance in europe). why he can't find another phone and call back is beyond my understanding. he called me from the middle east a bunch of times before. I can't get it inside my head how someone can turn so cold, so businesslike all of a sudden. I can't believe I can't bring myself to just letting go. I can't believe I'm such a wuss, I can't just say "k, now listen up, buddy, I still like ya that way. can you tell me if there's the slightest chance you might actually make room for me in your life? coz, if that's the case, I'd move the heavens and the earth." well, I tried to say that as an answer to his "heeey, so what's up?", right before his line went dead. and I don't feel like keeping on trying to ring. my number would appear 3 million times when his phone comes back on. bad image. I'm not that desperate or insane.
yeah, rightttt
the other day, my friend E made me promise to take faith in "I'll meet someone, who'll be perfect for me, who'll be the best guy on this planet and he'll worship me and adore the ground I walk on". she says she has it in her urine it'll happen. oh well, then I better believe in that, eh?
on the way back home, some old cop sat vis-a-vis of me. laptop on his lap, listening to a CD over headphones. it took me a while to listen in, and then I realized: country-and-western???? I was inclined to offer him donuts. some clichés die hard, ey?
wow. I'm such a girl.
posted by daria l'orange at 8:50 pm
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how did the supermarket gig go?
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