"Guess who I met just now learned ..."
I repeat the phrase in my head. Guess. Yes, whom?
"No idea. Santa Claus? "
" no. Sven. "
Svenja! My lips move together, as if I had drunk a frog on glass ex-vinegar cleaner. Svenja. My eyelids fidget. I will not let me say the turmoil. What she learns just know Sven? Hello? I had been thinking of keeping those two worlds neatly separated.
"No! Is not true! Really? How did this happen? No! Tell me! "
Anja shows me the bird. "Are you still fresh? What is the matter with you? "
" Huh? "
" Huh? "
" Häää? `"
"Torben? Come on now clear? "
" W. .. www...wie you know the learned? Tell me! "
I lean against the wall and let myself slowly fall to the ground. Anja kneels down beside it.
"Tiger. I wanted to pick up my bike and when I just catch them with their types is around the corner bent and looks at me. Of course she was perplexed, because they prior to their types could not explain why she thought that this was not my bike. "
" Oh! And then? "
" Then she stops and stares at me, its type, is now totally confused and grunts around a little bit puzzled. Suddenly she asks me if that was my bike and I fetch for my friend who has the leave there drunk. "
" You said what? Are you crazy completely? Did you have any? "
" Haha, no, I did not say that. I said that it is my bike and I borrowed a friend who is drunk, there has not drunk. Then, the two nodded and her type is passed in the House. She stopped and asked me if I would know you. Well, I have not lied. And you, Torben, which is nice. Real. And pretty. Those eyes ... "
" Yes, I know ...", I sigh and stare to the side, "... what else did she say? "
" Not much. Kram halt. I will greet you. Then she went high. For her pimp. "
Her pimp. Shit. Anja and they may be. That I do not like at all. Svenja. I see now before me and feel that I want to it, preferably immediately. To her. Your shit bloke I would throw out the window and it would probably hand me to sit next to her. I'm in love. Shit. At least it is clear that I am not in love with Martha. And if Martha has now fallen in love with me? Sure, me and Sven's not gone differently. I am totally stupid. Why does such a thing happened?
"What shall I do now, Anja"
I see her in the eye and it seems now to remember what is in front of me. I point to the kitchen and shrug my shoulders.
"I'm an idiot and you should connect me in the ass. You should set this to me now send in and tell me that you do not deal so with people and that I should grow up. And then I will answer you that I have a mind and that there is this feeling like a police command always from the safety of intelligent life out and drives me naked poses outside the front door and shouting at the wall to listen to my feelings. And .... and ... Help me! "
" You know what friendship is, is it? Bubby? "I stop short. "Watch. I can see in his eyes and I know you long enough to know that you're a slob and a liar. I like Martha, and we are well known. But the two of us here, we are friends. You know the difference. And the guy. The Type. That will be difficult. I've seen the same. She likes. And he too. Not that you in the end ... "
" And what brings me the kitchen when I at once "Svenja" on the floor sit and ponder? Is it not correct. If I go in there now, I'm a miserable opportunist. A feeling Westerwelle. "
" Have you ever asked Martha if she wants to marry you now? You had sex and a nice day. Sometimes you are on your cranky but kind a philistine. "
" Come! You're even the last Spikerdoe. "
We laugh. "If you want a tip, go there now. And I'll come with you. I am the accomplice. Then we make a great evening and do not you take yourself too seriously but playing down the good times. And you still cool with each other. But stay away from your big Hollywood number. Let it be a casual affair. And be honest. This can all live. And if not, they will tell you and give you a run-pass. Tomorrow you can then conquer your still Sven. "
I sigh again. I should get paid for my slow sigh. I get up and Anja is putting on my arm too high. We nod, she mimics my sighs and smiles.
"And no word on Mars."
"Never ever!"
"Good!"
We go to the kitchen, where three-filled wine glasses on the table. We take a swig.
"Who is Sven?" Asks Martha, when she turns to us. Anja choked and gets a coughing fit.
"A lady with whom I have not met, because she has a boyfriend."
"And if she had no friend ... Would you be with her? "
" Probably. "
" And how do I find it? "
" No idea, as you shall find. I forget my mind control cap. "
Martha comes up to me and skin me on the butt.
"loose." Loose. I try and wink at her while I forge plans in mind, as I will conquer Svenja. Stay relaxed. That sounds like a free ride. Or not?
In a quiet moment I'll write my lady from the other half of the city a text message in which I ask them for an audience. During this, we spend an entertaining evening, we drink and eat and go out. The club sells all worried, we're dancing close and I feel wide enough to sit on two chairs. Wide enough to Martha and Sven in my life to bring under. I imagine Anja at my side. That will make things easier for me. Much easier. I am afraid just before Mars reaction. He is a proper man, conscientious, morally perfect. I think often that Anja is with him, so he brings a bit of structure in their lives. I think many women would like this way I would probably need a woman, the structure in my life brings. A full-time job. At least I have my WG.
The next morning I take a small craft hour. I close the door. I was almost half a day at a time very rational. In war there is no room for rational decisions. I bind myself my old Karate Kid-cloth around the forehead and Gribble in my old box for an even older remains of mix-tape, pour out the whole damn thing until I find one. I paint them with model-pins, tape the envelope paper scraps with pithy messages of love that I made up of lying about free magazines caste.
Then I play 20 times "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" on the tape until it almost tears in front of embassy. I grab from the drawer Duplo and tie from the wrapping paper a ring, I tore a blank page from my old "My school friends" book and fill it to scrawl out with the latest information from me. What I hope for her future? "A long and fulfilling year with me," An old
Ebay cardboard is covered with another magazine scraps, decked out with old wrapping paper and used as jewelry box for my war chest, as I baptize them. The little plastic elephant, a button, one of my favorite books and a splash of eau de toilette. The splashes I regret now, but it can also change anything. You have to go out because sometimes it hurts to love. I nod.
In the city, I still get "Benny and Joon" on DVD, a mini-bottle of wine and two plastic glasses, two blueberry muffins, put everything into the war chest, they glue them and stand by 15 clock at her door.
Brrrrt makes the buzzer. Quick I run up stairs to you, I'm so euphoric that I got to watch her in anticipation of my little box not to throw in the face and run into the arms of their types.
"What did you do in such a hurry?" He barks at me.
"I have a hyperactive circuit, Mister" I bell back. "Hyperthyroidism."
I want him to like to slap the next wall. What is this Kotkerbe here anyway? Why the appointment of the, if I say that I come from? I would like to throw my package in the next bin.
No No No.
breathe through. It is war. I need to stay cool. I smile at the Pinkel. Sven comes from the kitchen and looks unhappy. They distort the mouth, I nod.
"I have brought you ...", what I say, without paying tribute to her boyfriend of a further look ... "For help from the Department,"
"Oh, you're crazy," she said, and I notice how she pulls together so as not to burst with joy.
Very good. Then I turn me but to him, smile at him and think "You're fucked, you bum."
"This is already the second surprise, today. You've got 'nen correct drive, honey. "
I turn to him. Treasure. You bum.
"Aha?"
"Yes, I've invited today to NEN short trip to Prague."
"Oh how pretty."
ass face. You can push you in Prague Tuckenjeans your ass.
"Yes, I am a true child of fortune ...", she mumbles and laughs embarrassed.
"When are you going for?"
"morning", he pops like a small water pistol against my forehead.
Svenja said that they would shortly bring cake, as she had promised in the reply SMS. My hope is that her Wackeldackel looking into the distance, remains unfulfilled. We are alone in the apartment. Reluctantly
developed between us a call, he repeatedly tried to fish out what I think about Sven. Just as he would smell that I follow as my intentions. I try so vague and platonic as possible to sound and in between I find myself, as I one of his sentences and anecdotes find sympathetic. The dog wants to soften me, me wear down.
I escape to the bathroom. There I sit and read again and again the few SMS, we have exchanged so far and hope to strengthen my morale by this. Five minutes pass, ten. He knocks on the door and asks if everything is okay. I wake up and oblique slam face-first into the edge of the basin.
"Shit!"
"What happened?" He shouts from the other side.
"Shit," I roar back, "who would build such a close bathroom?"
I look in the mirror. Shit. A violet. As I close the door to receive me now his dirty laugh.
"Oh dear ... what did you organize it? "
" I slammed on rising with the face against the sink. "
" How stupid can you get? "
" What? Goofy? What are you doing? ", It echoes from the hallway. Sven comes in with the cake, looks at me, looks at her friend, drops the cake.
"Did you have all the attention?"
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