single serving relationship deluxe

it happens to us, to us all, more to some then to others but it does and sometimes it even is hollywood and so greasy that nobody would read it cause it is just too much. and i have been experiencing it a couple of times already but this one's new to me so i have to write it down. how do such stories begin, i think like this...

ACT I

it all began during a cold winter night in dortmund germany. i was sent to a club to take pictures for the magazine i work for. it was a busy night, we had been in different locations, taking pictures. as usuall we were granted access by the vip, oh i just love the phrase. entrance. as we normally don't have to pay our drinks, i had left my wallet in the car which was parked right in front of the club so everybody could read the sticker and see that we were present. boaring? it gets better i promise. for some reason i don't really know the boss of the security company at that place disliked the magazine or the guys i was with. when we wanted to go home i lost my fellow co-workers and wanted to ask a security guy to escort me to the car because i had to pay 2! € for a coke i drank. but instead of helping me these bouncers thought that it was a good idea to punch me into the club and take me hostage. as i couldn't find anyone to help me i called the police to rescue me and they came, i did not think of the consequences as these bouncers were out for revenge after i acted that way. CUT

ACT II

a pretty cold night chritian date february 13th
it is pioneer pro dj night, and we can't miss it, same club and i don't really want to go , obviously, but everybody tells me to shut up cause its gonna be alright. and so we went. i had to get up at 6 the next morning to go to work so we planned on driving home around midnight. but as any designated driver has experienced the dead drunk part crowd wanated to stay for only ten more minutes that turned out to be around five hours. for explanation, these parties are surreal to me because nothing is true there, everybody has respect, everybody is everybody's friend, fake smiles, boobs, design outfits all around me. and i was bored tired and wanted to go home. so bad. looking for anything, just anything to keep me from dying of boredom i looked around and noticed somebody who was actually not smiling. in that place that seemed odd so i talked to her. HER: 5"7' , blond blue eyes white shirt and not smiling at all. though that would have looked pretty i have to say. so we talked and i told her things i don't even recall apart form the fact that i told her my feelings on the dissonance of girls wanting to marry a smart rich nice wonderful guy and such a guy would not want them to keep it short. at 5 a.m. we finally got out of there and found out that somebody, guess who cut all of our tires. The girl was standing outside seeing our desperate looks. she felt sorry for me and gave me a bottle of liquor as she was promoting that stuff that night. we took a taxi home and i went to the airport drinking the bottle. not exactly a perfect evening but with potential as will be proven. CUT

ACT III

it is a friday and my phone rings, i am supposed to take pictures of a party in paderborn, the catholic capital of western germany. a bad day to ask me because i have no time at all to take this job as i am already packed to the max. but lars, my contact at smag insists and so at 9 p.m. i start my 100 mile journey for the residence to take pictures as i am supposed to. and there she is and this times she smiles. and i am magnetized from the first millisecond. the situation is more than weird, i don't know her and don't know what to say so I ask her to come with me to talk for five minutes and she comes with me and i am so happy i can not tell and she tells me five minutes only and it all goes fast and she is a pessimist and has a horse named fagard and an exboyfriend who made her snowboard without coaching and she got hurt so she hates that and she is so damn cute and she doesn't like french because they are arrogant and she has a numb spot on her finger because she almost cut it off in berlin and wants to by a new car a convertible and í tell her all kinds of stuff so she won't leave because she can't and she doesn't seem to want to and so we stay and then it is 4 a.m. all of a sudden. and i really have to go so we split but then i turn around and the club is still so full and i lost her so i want to leave again and wait in line for like half an hour and then turn around because i dont want to leave her and thank goodness i see her and i take her home. no implications i just got a hug, no two and then i left. and i was confused. yes, let me tell you. and i wanted to hear from her again without hope or agenda, as i told her people tend to get greedy and i did not want that but i did and i am not sorry cause it had been so long that somebody had shaken me that hard. But the she disappeared. so i wait. and hope to hear from her. but even if not i am thankful to have met a single serving relationship deluxe altough I would have liked to enjoy this a little longer.