"You're snoring!"
Imagine you wake up in the morning, you are in polarized at rest. The ceiling and the bed you go with a perfect symbiosis. The air in the room is clear, it is not, is not sweat-soaked with the sticky muff of a sleeping drunks. Your windows were wide open at night. You are dimmed with a sheet that does the eyes good. The tag could . Start You turn around and your skin goes over the arm of another person. It smells good, you think you know the smell from somewhere. It smells Frau.Nach sex and a warm bath with a book. You want to turn up. You want to know: "Who is she?" Your mind tries to rotate, the eyes move upward. But before you can view it before your head might take the proper viewing position, she says "You're snoring!"
I can not believe it. Under other circumstances I would have put me through the beautiful clear female sound of her voice. Not used, no annoying accent, well articulated, clearly formed phonemes. But!
What makes them yourself? Will turn-off to me?
I remember.
I have an affair. I have an affair? If so, since yesterday.
We met by chance. It started like a bad sketch. In the supermarket. She smiled at me because I stood in front of the vegetable rack and sang a song lost in thought. She laughed, and although it not to me until then noticed she jumped me at that moment, almost. And I could forget her look no more, even though I was only scared about fled ...
But one does not know that? You see a person one has never seen before and somehow it is burning in, and if one has a short time, if you're just alone, then plays The picture on the TV screen cinemas of the head and it runs a short promotional trailer. The trailer says: "Single know me?" Then comes a message: "The EU-dating warns: Do not be cowardly in the supermarket, you might regret it!" or "The EU-dating white. Good sex reduces the chance of depression have what it once!"
When I then met again my heart beat. Just as it is sometimes with people who have been known, where's all cool and seems easy until you realize suddenly "Shit, she's already sexy." or "shit, we would fit well together." Since we have not met, however, and I therefore nothing have to lose, is the sound into my ears.
I remember at the moment.
We pass each other, it is the brightest day, in a side street on the way to the pedestrian zone, I look around, we are all alone. The completely alone is not necessarily unimportant, in such intimate moments, where you can meet other people that you would like to meet. The first tender ties woven through the correct sentence in the correct intonation with the right facial expressions. But all too often shy away because you think everyone in the street could hear the deep dull lawn of one's heart and would be funny sensation hindrehen on this social traffic accident is building itself. It captured the fantasies of disaster, indiscriminate in their own imagination to create incendiary devices. I imagine how I would wave and begins at that moment my nose to run and flag it escapes and I accidentally wet express and spitting on the shoes, while my deodorant fails and they can not decide whether the snot hanging in my face, the saliva, which has messed up their shoes, or the intense smell of the most painful and revolting. While
then all point to me, laughing, shaking his head, cell phone videos make from this moment and pure place on Youtube I'm running into the saloon next to me to discredit the whole city leave - so that I must lead a nomadic life and never again will somehow respected. I can not even sink into the ground.
AberiIch'm lucky. She stops, smiles at me. I just can not help it, I have to smile too. Since we are alone, that works well and made my smile is not stupid, awkward smile.
"Hey," she says and I reply with "Hey".
then sets them: "Too bad you sing so not today."
"But I could be if you want."
"Now?"
"Maybe at a coffee?"
And sometimes it's ridiculous how good things just work when you yourself do not stand in the way. I think it spontaneously, without thinking out his hand, I do not know whether the results from the approach of self-awareness, I just overtaken by the successful invitation. She pushes her hand in mine and asks "So, we go to your favorite coffee shop, right?".
I suggest that we grab a coffee at the next opportunity to go and get back into the green. She finds the idea "not bad". The next Coffee to Go is just a stone's throw, it's a small discount bakery with cappuccino machines. We get two muffins, a blueberry and a chocolate, because we can not decide. After all, we decide that we share and then each of which both the end and it has no heart is bleeding.
"One wants mostly the things that the others at dinner."
"Not only to eat," she added me. It will be right.
So we go with two muffins in a small paper bag and our coffee cups in the next park "on the lawn," she tells the same and before I know what happens to me, we sit on the floor.
you with dark red socks, that's ok, I think. They flash briefly through a gap between their sneakers and jeans.
"So, you make Songbird. You often it?"
"What more?"
"dragging girls to the park."
"What do you think?"
"I do not think in the park, but the dragging is so your thing."
"You think so?"
"Yes."
"Why?" I mean, how do you figure? "
"Well, you seem just so. This insolent."
"Hmm. Not so."
"I do not believe you!"
"Why not?"
"Because you are determined to tell everyone that you are not otherwise do, and then it comes before special."
"If I say now would be that all the girls react when I say that I tow often, you'd think that I certainly do, because many girls are in the situation." Frankly, I consider myself only often with girls about just because I do not. "
" And you believe? "
" As I said, believe me not. "
" Oh, I should now take in the arm, kid? "
" Not so "We laugh
. Curve got. These are the situations that you have to learn. remain sovereign. The" small company "is not personal, not to be snotty, do not get caught up too much. Even if it's true and about the women not good works. vorheulen something you is not helpful. Perhaps I am imagining a just, have any idea, because they just sit there and not me next to her and she took my hand again. But there is still much to screw up .'s what I should be better not to think about it.
"If I should now pick us up a band or an orchestra that you should play to a song by one of your bands, which would be this .. or what song?"
box set, almost failed, but I am happy to have found a new version to demolish the unpopular topic of musical taste charming.
She smiles. Phew.
"Will not you be with me alone, that you ask a band to come here?"
Ouch. This has been sitting, a first-class counter, wrong foot, for sure.
"But, of course. You know, I'm such a movie a child, I am used to when a situation is beautiful, that is music then, in the background. Just as in movies. So I was just wondering how you would set to music like the ... "
Please! No Ska. No reggae. No German punk rock pray. I.
Funny, that I begin to pray sometimes internally, though I believe in nothing. It is, I believe, a gesture I will never fully understand.
"Hm, difficult," she says. She begins to pluck blades of grass and to wrap her index finger as she thinks. It is a moment that I like would take pictures. or film, set in sepia and paint with Yann Tiersen. Then I would strike me as a young filmmaker with an eye for beautiful moments, the sepia and the computer-processed strips that mimic an old roll of film, expected to make the whole extra warmth. Three or four years, so maybe I should be able to control even an amateur film competition. But today you would tell me, "What are you a late bloomer? Cliché-spinner."
This image will stay in my head and forget how many other ideas for art works the other way simply stores.
"Do you like Sigur Ros?"
know would be an exaggeration. I know some girls who listen to him or it, I know that the CDs have beautiful covers and all that he or it - I think I once read Wikipedia, it was an Icelander - listen, have good taste.
"Yes, but just a bit. Is good. "
The music she described to me as beautiful, dreamy and calm.
" good fit, good selection. "
She smiles and seems pleased that I know of Sigur Ros.
" What would you take? "
"Yann Tiersen" I burst out, "and Craig Armstrong."
"Yann Tiersen" she says, her eyes.
shine "Yes."
"Then you like to ..."
"Yes, I have to DVD, "I fall knowing the word.
" Beautiful! "
voice activity. They are the most difficult moments. If both do not know how it should now go further, consider whether there is something to say, say what you could without the mood , Without destroying the good way to go off.
"Speaking of music. What did you do there actually sung, finally, the market purchase. "
" Let me think about it ... ah, yes, I remember. Do you know Studio Braun? "
" Yes, of course. "
" Really? "
" YES! "
I was passed spontaneously excited and sympathy for a brief free fall tower-like emotion thrust on transit to cloud nine.
"This was by Heinz Strunk. Computer geek. "
" Really? Is funny, yes. "
" What do you like them? "
" I know the only way the old Call numbers and the books of Rocko Schamoni. "
" I found this World of meaninglessness so much better than Dorfpunks, sprinkle one I have to flash my indirectly by professionals in the field of stem Rocko Schamoni leave.
"Yes, true enough. And his music, how do you find them? "
I remember only one music video, this Kitschpersiflage, which was quite funny.
"Jopp, who has what on it, the good guy. But you saw that when he 'free room!' At tells how he was with his daughter on the Tokio Hotel concert? That was funny! "
" Really? I have to look at me, absolutely! "
taken curve.
"Where do you live?"
"Not far from here, 'Ner WG, wants to move but the girls stress me. Those are Daddys' Girl, you know? "
" Yes. "
" And where do you live? "
" In the southern "
" Oh, this is but a small corner away, why are you here in the area to go shopping? "
" Because the market purchase. I like that. I like big supermarkets. And I move, then when I walk. I call it Supermarktflanieren. "
" Hehe. You are already such a little Self, right? "
" How many of you know, then, in the produce department Heinz Strunk, sing songs? "
" Touché! "
" Do you live alone? "
When girls ask me that, I always wonder whether they want to know whether it is worth, then go with times to me. Whether it would be undisturbed. As independent, autonomous or independent, I am well. Or only from Smalltalk reasons. "Seeing two people, a buddy and his girlfriend. But it is a very nice apartment. Do you have to come look at you again. "
" Is that an invitation? "
" Of course this is an invitation "
" Hmmm. I may come back on it. "
" You forget the way an important thing! "
" I forget Rambo? "
It's short and intense," Bam "in me. It has a set that I wanted to draw in a different direction, a hit in the angle of forty feet away made. She knows absurd movie quotes.
I take a piece of metal foil that I have a pack Airwaves still in my pocket, turn it a circle, hold it to light.
"Will you marry me when I grow up?"
"Gladly, but first you must tell me what I forgot."
"We have muffins!"
"Yes, damn it. How could I forget it? "
"But you've got me now!" "First Chocolate?"
"Ok!" Pick
In the next half hour we in record devotion small corner of our muffins, they move quietly in the mouth and melt them there . I think we do not want to appear greedy as each other or greedy, but it may also simply be because we talk so much that food, and this rarely happens, is completely irrelevant.
We talk about our favorite series, it is also a TV-damaged child in the early eighties. By the time we are about Clarence, the cross-eyed lion, maintained and tear off the end of a conventional Bud Spencer and Terence Hill movie, I'm really thrilled.
know "you, there is basically only one scene in Bud Spencer and Terence Hill movies. They are sitting in a bar at the counter and eat beans from a pan. A group of greasy Italians come in and of itself provide a flippant word duel with Terence Hill. It strikes me at this point that I have the name of Bud Spencer and Terence Hill completely over and in any context call, and never just the first name. "
" Hihi, I also "
" takes any event, one of the Italians at some point a chair and Bud Spencer haut him against the back. The chair shatters. After about two minutes to Bud Spencer Terence Hill turns to him and asks: 'Tell me, has just cut me a chair on his back? " whereupon Terence Hill 'yes' answers. Then starts getting this Italo-clothes-something. Then they are beaten up really, with bang and Peitschgeräuschen until they all fly out the window and the bar is ready for demolition. Then asks the waiter, who pays the damages and the scene is over. "
She laughs and looks forward and makes for the most typical impact movements of Bud Spencer, almost all run with open, flat hand.
We talk a long time to talk about what they wanted to be like as a child and in which city we would like to draw.
"Tell me how is your name?"
"Torben", I say.
"Torben. I am Sven. "
We extend our hand demonstratively, firm shake and nod this to be given emphasis to the gesture.
"It is my pleasure to Sven,"
"Yes, me too."
She turns her torso to the side, I follow her gaze and we realize how deep the sun.
"Oh man, this is probably already correct late."
"So fast that goes sometimes."
"Life is too short!"
"If it depends on what you make of it!"
"And what do you make of it?"
"Here!"
She smiles, even for the hundredth time
"You are destined me very angry when I got to go now?" Yes
. But I can forgive you. "
you fumbling in her bag, a brown cloth bag, pulls out her cell phone, it is an old Nokia model with no frills. She looks short to me, then they packed it away again.
"Oh. Different. I do not give my number. You must promise me that we meet tomorrow at the vegetable stand. In the market purchase. To Three? "
I dig in my schedule. Three, three, three.
"Yes, that fits. Wonderful. "
"Fine. See you tomorrow? Torben?
"Yes. Thank you. "
" you, too. Really. "
She gets up, holds me in the shoulder and then go our separate ways. She goes to the West and I south.
