Believe or not, nobody ever tries to pick me up in bars, clubs, concerts, parties, etc. Never. Nobody even notices me but trains? I am hot like fire!
Guys stare at me, smile, the bolder ones try to chat me up, etc. And what is it I do on trains that make me so irresistible? Most times I am asleep because I am always very tired. If I am not asleep, I am reading a book or day dreaming.
So yesterday another guy tried to chat me up. Background: I have seen him a couple of times staring at me and once this made me so uncomfortable that I changed my seats. Another time, he came off the train before me and he kept looking back from time to time to see where I was. In my own dramatic mind, I decided he was a drug dealer and maybe because he has seen me so many times on the train he now suspects I am an undercover police following him(yes, that's the kind of shit my mind can come up with. He couldn't just be waiting for someone or as it now seems, waiting for me). Anyway, he kept looking back and in the end I decided to duck into a shop to avoid him and his eyes.
I am sitting quietly in my corner, staring out the window when I see him enter the train. He comes in and at first passes by but then all of a sudden does a double take when he sees me. In my mind I am like "shit!!!"
"Hello" he says sitting opposite me.
"Hi" I reply
"I have seen you many times on this train. Do you live here?"
"My name is Charles, where are you from?"
(Oh Gosh! he wants to chat...this is gonna be a long ride)
"Nigeria. And you?"
"Mauritius" he replies
"Tu parles francais?"
"Qui!" and here, he rattles off in French.
"Yeah, I don't speak French, I just wanted to know if you do"
Now he is starring at me like I am crazy
"Why?" he asks
"Well, cos I heard you on the phone the other day and I thought you were Eritrean"
Here, he goes into a very long monologue about his whole life. How he came here, he was once a refugee then he married, then he had a daughter, now he is divorced, hasn't been with a woman in four years, his ex and kid are now in France, bla bla bla bla.
I did not tell him anything about myself.
He kept on opening and closing his legs in rapid motions which was starting to make me nervous.
"Are you nervous?" I ask
"No I am not, its just a bad habit" he said.
Now his cheap perfume was beginning to suffocate me. Where do people buy this shit from? Lord Almighty!
Finally his stop arrived.
By this time I was getting irritated by the big pimple on his nose.
I woke up one day and I was not depressed anymore.
I'd like to think that going to the gym almost everyday had a big part in this new me.Whoever thought I 'd be one of those people?
Yes, I sweat and lift shit and I feel totally alright.
I have been thinking of my blog, my writing...
Yeah, I don't mind writing here again. In fact, dear readers, I will give you regular updates of my life from now on. Not that anything exciting is happening at the moment, single gal, living in the big city, oh yeah, I got a new job! I now teach adults in the night, so I meet all kinds of people. Mostly rich housewives that need a bit of excitment in their lives so they have decided to learn a new language.
Most of my classes are all women. I have just one guy in one of my advanced classes. I also made friends with the Italian teacher who really has fucked up classes. She has a class made up of only family members! ha ha ha its fucking hilarious. Apparently, this family is going for holiday in Italy in the summer so they want to learn a bit of Italian. Yes, people do shit like that. They have money to go for holidays and extra money to even learn a bit of the language before they get there. Not like some of us that just arrive somewhere and trust google.
Which reminds me of my time in Berlin recently. Somebody told me there was a Nigerian restaurant in the city so I got my google map and found my way there. I will write about that nonsense on my next blog.
We sit on the table, the three of us, laughing and making up stories of our future...
"When we have our baby then we will have a common tattoo" he says..."right here"
She joins her arm to his, to show where the imaginary tattoo will be.
I can not look at them...the fantasy is too much...
Later, we are alone, just the two of us...
"Do you want to have more children?" I ask
"No" she says
"But yesterday, you know all that talk with the tattoo and so on..." I say
"Yeah but all that is just fantasy" she replies
"But how do you know when its serious if its always all fun and...games? I mean enjoy the games, the mind games, going on the fantasy and so on but sometimes I feel I have to make sure it is just fantasy"
"Well, that is very easy" She takes a piece of paper and draws a line dividing into two. Everything I can see...is in reality...everything that exists at the moment..." she writes reality on that half of the paper. "And everything that does not exist...including the imaginary baby...all that is on this side...its all fantasy"
"Ah, I understand...well I get scared sometimes...I hate empty promises, you know, all those unfulfilled shit...in the end it was just fantasy"
We look at each other and between us the air is heavy with the years of unfulfilled shit...the beach in New York, the swimming pool, the children, the villa, the country house...
"Well, I better get back to work then" she says, grabbing her keys.