the Monday of Germany vs. Austria
Wow! Uni is coming to a close and things finally get easier by the day. The official schedule is over but I still have to learn for the oral exam in Latin, plus I have to complete my term paper in literary studies. The main corpus is already drafted and written; just some re-structuring and polishing to be done, and then I'm out for three months. Oh, how I look forward to that. Can hardly wait to relax, be a lazy-bones and do basically nothing. Sounds stupid but I really look forward to reading some of MY books again. Not books that uni requires me to read and analyse but books that I want to read of my own accord. Take Kerouac, for instance. Or Burroughs. Or Chbosky's 'Perks of Being a Wallflower.'
The last three weeks were really crazy. Despite all the learning and classes coming to a close, I had a really good time partying. And I got to know someone. And I don't mean just SOMEONE. His name's Georg. He's 25. Pisces. And works for an ad company. We chatted for like 10 minutes on the internet and exchanged numbers. It was the Monday afterwards when I was waiting at the tram station, and there was this ridiculously handsome guy passing me by. I was like 'Fuck me if I'm wrong but didn't the two of us wanna make out?' Seconds later he was hugging a girl and I was like 'Nice daydreaming!' About two hours later I got a text message by Georg inviting me for an 'EM beer,' as he put it. As I was feeling totally spontaneous on that very night anyway, it took me about merely ten minutes to get to the Central where we met. Now guess who was waiting for me there?! Of course, Mr. Handsome from the tram station. I was like 'Holey moley, where'd my knees gone. I can't feel'em. Where'd they gone?' And call me a narcissist but I instantly had the feeling that he was kind of 'gone,' too. We joined a group of drunken bastards all staring at the screen. Germany vs. Austria. Guess who won? No don't. That's not important. What is important, however, is that while I was talking and being really funny and charming (I really was), Georg kept staring at me. I swear to God if he hadn't had ears his smile would have reached until his forehead. I remember the first minutes he was barely uttering any sound whatsoever. He later told me that with our 'tram incident' he was already hoping that I would be 'karma_police,' that I'd be that guy he was chatting with on the internet. So here I was. After the match we had a few more beers at the Parkhouse chit-chatting about everything under the sun. For the whole time, I was already sensing this complete and utter attraction. Later we went home together and when we crossed the Mur-bridge I just threw caution to the wind and kissed him. Right there. In the middle of the bridge while people where passing us by. But I couldn't possibly care any less. All I could care about, however, was him. His lips. His beard. His hair. His ... alright, stop it. That's none of your business ;-) but hang on, there's more to come. Busloads of stories already ...
The last three weeks were really crazy. Despite all the learning and classes coming to a close, I had a really good time partying. And I got to know someone. And I don't mean just SOMEONE. His name's Georg. He's 25. Pisces. And works for an ad company. We chatted for like 10 minutes on the internet and exchanged numbers. It was the Monday afterwards when I was waiting at the tram station, and there was this ridiculously handsome guy passing me by. I was like 'Fuck me if I'm wrong but didn't the two of us wanna make out?' Seconds later he was hugging a girl and I was like 'Nice daydreaming!' About two hours later I got a text message by Georg inviting me for an 'EM beer,' as he put it. As I was feeling totally spontaneous on that very night anyway, it took me about merely ten minutes to get to the Central where we met. Now guess who was waiting for me there?! Of course, Mr. Handsome from the tram station. I was like 'Holey moley, where'd my knees gone. I can't feel'em. Where'd they gone?' And call me a narcissist but I instantly had the feeling that he was kind of 'gone,' too. We joined a group of drunken bastards all staring at the screen. Germany vs. Austria. Guess who won? No don't. That's not important. What is important, however, is that while I was talking and being really funny and charming (I really was), Georg kept staring at me. I swear to God if he hadn't had ears his smile would have reached until his forehead. I remember the first minutes he was barely uttering any sound whatsoever. He later told me that with our 'tram incident' he was already hoping that I would be 'karma_police,' that I'd be that guy he was chatting with on the internet. So here I was. After the match we had a few more beers at the Parkhouse chit-chatting about everything under the sun. For the whole time, I was already sensing this complete and utter attraction. Later we went home together and when we crossed the Mur-bridge I just threw caution to the wind and kissed him. Right there. In the middle of the bridge while people where passing us by. But I couldn't possibly care any less. All I could care about, however, was him. His lips. His beard. His hair. His ... alright, stop it. That's none of your business ;-) but hang on, there's more to come. Busloads of stories already ...
karma_police - 30. Jun, 22:33
