Maybe you just need a bad date to get to know the cool people….Maybe. Ray had a „what can go wrong goes wrong“ experience with me. He was pretty late, like 30 minutes late, his clothes were soaking wet because it was pouring. On top of that, he wanted to get money from the machine but it didn’t work. He was not even embarrassed by that and that he just let me wait there. I felt sorry so I didn’t get mad, but I just left a party with pretty nice conversations to meet him, and then I had to wait for so long. There was no free spot in my favorite sofa bar so we were running around in the cold and the rain.
Why didn’t I?
He was looking exactly as I imagined him. So tall and so American. He just has been here for 3 weeks and traveled for months before he came here. He just decided to stay and find a job on the go. His plan was to travel more. He was from New York and studied in Cambridge. Those could have been things that would impress me, but there was something that I really didn’t like. I knew after the first beer that it was going nowhere from my side, but from his and another beer later I wondered why I didn’t leave so far. I was a bit bored and I thought he is too. It never was a real conversation, I was talking and he didn’t react to it and the other way around because I was so confused about what he was saying.
But the bartender was the best. I adored her from the beginning and when Ray was on the toilet she asked me if my date was going well. She had a tattoo on her forehead and what I would call „Berliner Schnautze“, open and chatty. She thought it was going well and sparkling but I had to tell her the truth. Then she started to be pretty concerned. I would have loved to continue talking to her instead. She told me that they try hard to keep the bar alive, especially with these prices. In Prenzlauerberg it’s one of the rare old ones who didn’t have to shut down yet. The bar was quite a gem in this area because it was so different. Cocktails in liter buckets, punk music, and weird decorations. I loved it.*
Don’t let the…
Oh. The date. Hm. He tried to kiss me goodbye at the Ubahn station and I refused. He also wanted to go back to his place with me. I guess he didn’t read the room. But I was also not sure if I am not giving wrong signals, when even the bartender thought, we hit it off.
He texted me later that the place where he was staying had bed bugs and that it was good in the end, that I didn’t come with him.
*I found out, the bar is not existing anymore.
Don’t let the…
He texted me later that the place where he was staying had bed bugs and that it was good in the end, that I didn’t come with him.
