Let the tour de force continue: tonight Eric and I went to (you guessed it) Kunstpark Ost and had a blast clubbing it. To the two stamps still on my hand from last night I added a third. Maybe, if I don't bathe regularly for the rest of the summer and make it my special endeavor, I'll collect all thirty. I'll look like the Illustrated Man with club stamps up and down my arms.
We settled down in a club called Stars which had a live DJ mixing house and techno. As before, when we got there things hadn't quite gotten started, and everyone was playing that increasingly irritating "I'm stuck to the wall" game. There was a big open space. The music was playing. The dance lights were going. But nobody was dancing. Sometimes you have to bring the party with you, I guess, and Eric and I just started doing are own thing out there. He was wearing this black shirt with "sgi" (Silicon Graphics Incorporated) on it. I think people were laughing at the sight of us but we couldn't have cared less. After about five minutes or so we acquired some satellite girls who were ready to get the party going. Within an hour the floor was packed, and the roof was on fire.
As I've said before, in general the dancing ability of the average German has left me unimpressed. The guys often have no clue what to do, and there are still a few girls who are stuck in this silly swinging from side-to-side 80s mode. It's hard to find a girl who dances with energy. (Okay, except for the ones in the Keller, but they're psycho freaky alternative girls mostly.) At one point during the night, though, I found this girl who matched my energy and beamed my smile back at me. We had a crazy little bout that lasted for the duration of a song. And then she went back to her lame-looking boyfriend. (Why are the good ones always already spoken for?) But it was fun all the same.
Eric and I parted ways around 2:00 am so we could get back home at a reasonable hour. As I was waiting for my S-Bahn, I looked over at this girl sitting next to me on the bench staring at me all doe-eyed. She asked me a question in German but I had to make her repeat it in English. "Will you go to bed with me?" she asked. I was like whoah! stop the music! and just stared stupidly at her, and the guy who I had assumed was her boyfriend peering out at me from behind her. Could this be happening? Maybe she had been serious at first, just testing the waters or something, or maybe it had been a joke to her all along, for she quickly explained that she had only been joking. Joking? Stop freakin' messing with me!
Anyway, this unlikely opening led into a nice little conversation with her and the guy. We talked about pleasantries, the States, Munich, and Germany in general. We parted on pretty good terms. She seemed pretty interested in me and the guy didn't get sullen or jealous or anything, so maybe she had been serious with her question. But there's no way to know--the crafty little thing concocted a situation in which she couldn't possibly lose, at my expense. Girls can go to hell.
Posted by Alan at July 14, 2002 03:28 AM