Saturday night

“Hold me”, she said.

Before I could even react, she pushed herself into my arms, seeking my lips, but I manouvred my face aside, so she ended up kissing my hair.

Her: “Hold me tight, like you mean it.” (* she whispered into my ear *)
Me: “Whom do you want to make jealous tonight?” (* holding her and whispering back *)
Her: “That b*tch over there, don’t turn around.”
Me: “I know whom you mean, I just talked to her ten minutes ago.”
Me: “Whom else?”
Her: “Nobody else.”
Me: “Bullsh*t.”
Her: “Him too… perhaps.. alright.. a little. He’s standing right behind you.”
Me: “I know who’s standing behind me. I’ll be right back.. gonna get myself another drink.. Do you want some too?”
Her: “Yes please.”

A bit later, we were standing there, having a drink and a cigarette. She was talking constantly and I went thinking: how the hell did I meet this girl?

Later on I left her behind and went to another pub, but her act that night brought back my memories.

It was one of those “Saturday night” evenings that everyone drunk either a beer or a whiskey and I ordered for myself a cup of thee and went to sit at the table in the corner and just watch the people. She came to me and took a seat at my table. Two years back, it was the second time she ever saw me - but the very first time we actually spoke to eachother.

“You’re a gorgeous looking man”, was the first thing she said.
“Not every woman would agree with you, but I’m not seeking anyone right now. I’m not looking for a relationship.” I replied.

She got angry at once.

Her: “It’s NOT nice what you’ve just said!”
Me: “I know. Just wanted to make it clear to you, so you don’t feel misleaded.”

After our short conversation, she left my table and wouldn’t speak to me four entire weeks, although we were both going out and seeing eachother regulary. I didn’t bug her - and she didn’t bug me either.

I knew she was married.

We would just ignore eachother.
Four weeks later we were OK and we both pretended like we were eachothers friends, as we knew eachother forever.

It would take 2 years for another evening that I felt like going out, just to watch people. Perhaps I felt also a little bit lonely. It was another saturday night, the night that she clearly saw long waited message in my eyes, the message that said: “I CAN BE YOUR KILL TONIGHT”, and she wouldn’t wait for me to say that twice. I took her to my home that night. As soon as I saw her naked, I discovered she had the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, ever since my Annabel* affaire (Annabel was a girl who said “she loved me”, but gave me a knock out and brushed the floor with me in stead several years ago… Annabel had a perfect ass too.)

Seeing her naked on my bed I was wondering: what’s wrong with me? Why haven’t I notice that perfect ass before?
Why don’t we notice things that matter earlier?

Herman Brood, Saturday night

Saturday night song lyrics, Herman Brood

The neon light, of the “Open all night”,
was just in time replaced by the magic appearance of a new day while,
a melancholic Reno was crawling on his back just in,
front of the supermarket doorway child

Hey girl, on a cold summernight,
as we stood on the corner,
as a man passed by and asked us,
what we DO and what we need,
as he pointed his big fat finger
to the people hangin round at the corner of the - other side of THE street
Oh well SAID

doin’ nothing, just hanging around,
what do you mean doin’ nothing Sir.
So we had to hit him to the ground,
doin’ nothing just hanging around.
His head all busted lookin’ just a little to WILD child

I just can’t wait
I just can’t wait for saturday night
for saturday night
for saturday night
saturday night

saturday night
saturday night
saturday night

I just can’t wait
I just can’t wait

—

* Annabel is a fictive name. My affaire with her on the other hand, was not fictive at all.

Facepaint

From the same fitness girl shoot I had with Lette and Nina on februari 19, 2009. They showed me a few photo’s they previously collected for inspiration and asked: “can you do something like this?” and I said: “yes I can.”

They wanted colors - and colors they’ve got.
The pics are definitely colorful.

Facepaint bodypaint, photo’s by: Lette, model: Nina den Haan.

Facepaint portrait

Facepaint closeup

Model: Nina den Haan (www.modelmayhem.com/Nina111).
Photo by: Lette (www.lette-fotografie.nl).