Curious

On the phone:

N: Hi, whatsup?!
Me: My cats are gone.
N: Was it so far?
Me: Yes. An hour ago she came over to pick them up.
N: How do you feel?
Me: Well, I took care of them two years long, but the house is empty now. I feel like a piece of sh*t.
N: Listen, why don’t you come over, so we have a drink and talk?
Me: Would it be OK if I show up right now?
N:Yes, we just had a dinner. Come over here, and we’ll have a drink and little chat for a while.
Me: Alright, I’ll be there within 15 minutes.

On the street

It was about 21.00 pm. I was crossing the street at Plantage. A few teenage guys at the corner having fun next to the supermarket door, and a lonely woman at the other side of the plein.

Her: Excuse me, do you speak English?
Me: Well, hmmm.. maybe I do.
Her: German, French?!
Me: No, English is just fine.
Her: Listen, it might sound weird, but my card got just swallowed. Do you have 3 euro for me please?
Me: Why?
Her: I run out of gasoline and need to get back home tonight.
Me: I see. Where is your car?
Her: Over there (she pointed to the car on a short distance behind her)
Me: I tell you what, why don’t we get into your car and we ride to the nearest petrol station and I’ll pay a gasoline for you?!
Her: Do you really mean it?
Me: Well, if you’re serious about your story, then I’m serious about mine too.
Her: Oh God.. You’re my savior… you’re an angel!
Me: I don’t feel like an angel right now, but let’s do what we have to do.. shall we?!
Her: Yes, let’s go.
Me: But you’ll have to bring me back here, I was underway to visit my friends.
Her: I’ll bring you back, I promise.
Me: Alright then, let’s go.

A while later we we driving through a dead city. On her car command board I could see that she - indeed - run out of gasoline. She was telling the truth.

Being greatful

Me: Do you know the way to the nearest petrol station?
Her: Not really, I just moved to my new flat. I’ll be living here within a week.
Me: How exciting.. At roundabout we go to the right.
Her: Right.. Just got divorced 6 month ago. Now I’m on my own again.
Me: I see.. It’s about 2 minutes driving. If you’re lucky enough, the petrol station is still open.
Her: What’s your name, by the way?
Me: My name is Alexander. And who might you be?
Her: I’m D.
Me: Nice to meet you D. But please tell me, if you run out of gasoline, how much sense does it make to ask me 3 euro just a minute ago?
Her: Well, I asked everybody I saw, so I figured out if everybody gives me 3 euro, I just might collect enough money to get back home.
Me: How many people did you ask already?
Her: 3 maybe 4.
Me: Hmmmm, and how much money did you get?
Her: Nothing!
Me: Nice world, huh?! *sigh*
Me: Normaly I don’t give money either, but it won’t hurt to help you out I guess, it’s cold outside.
Her: Oh God, I’m so greatful you’re doing this for me.
Me: Perhaps some day you cook me a dinner?! (smile)
Her: Ooooo yes, I’ll cook a dinner for you.
Me: Alright then, perhaps you should stop being greatful for now.
Her: How old are you?
Me: 38.
Her: I’m 40. I have a daughter. She’s 16 years old.
Me: Nice. Where is she now?
Her: She’s at home right now. Just had her on the phone. She was mad at me, told me how stupid it was that my card got swallowed.. and she yelled at me to get home as soon as possible.
Me: She’s not a little girl anymore, she’ll survive the night. (smile)
Her: Yes, but she’s a girl, and girls can get angry.
Me: Tell me about it. (smile)

Her: What do you do for living?
Me: Internet and stuff.. I’m working at home, behind my pc.
Her: It must be lonely work.
Me: Yes, sometimes it is. Just my pc and me. But I can handle that. ;-) That’s why I go to the pubs at evenings, when I’m done with my work… to meet people.
Her: Great. Perhaps we should go out together sometimes.
Me: I’d like that. When are you back here again?
Her: Tomorrow. I’ll have to come back to visit my bank and get my card back,.. perhaps to drop a few things at my new place.
Me: Well, monday evening ain’t that exciting, but we could go out tomorrow.
Her: What time do you go to the pubs normally?
Me: Not earlier then ten ‘o clock.
Her: Shall I be there at ten?
Me: How about nine ‘o clock, so we can have a coffee at my place first?
Her: Nine ‘o clock is just fine. I’ll be there at nine.
Me: Alright then. I’ll see you tomorrow, nine ‘o clock.
Her: What’s your phone number?
Me: Wait, give me just a second.. (I reached to my pocket to get my mobile)… This is my number. If you send me a message, then I have your number too.
Her: (sends a sms message) … the mesasage said: “Ciao.”
Me: Italian hmm?
Her: Yes. I also run an Italian restaurant. The one my father used to run…
Me: What is it called?
Her: It’s called T.
Me: And now you have to pay off your ex husband?
Her: (smile) Yes, I have to pay off my ex, mafia – and all.
Me: Mafia?! Perhaps I should then stay away from you. (smile)
Her: Just kiddin’.. I have no connections with the mafia. (smile) Wait.. I have to call my daughter again. (she calls her daughter.. * speaking Italian. *)

A bit later her car had a full tank of gas and she dropped me off at the same spot where I met her.

Her: Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Me: (I pointed with my finger at my cheek.)
Her: (she gave me a kiss on my cheek)
Me: Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a safe ride back home.
Her: We’ll see eachother tomorrow. Thank you. Bye.
Me: Arrivederci! (smile)
Her: Ciao! (smile)

That’s what happened last night and that’s where I left it… Curious.

Mirjam

As promissed in my previous post, a few more pics of Mirjam.

Model: Mirjam (http://www.modelmayhem.com/sweetmimi).
Photo by: Milko Mebus (www.milkomebus.com).

Model Mirjam, in hotel by: photographer Milko Mebus.

Mirjam 2, in hotel by: photographer Milko Mebus.

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