Hi guys, felt like telling this event
I was out with my tutoring team who consist of: Erhard, my boss, then teachers like me as Anita, Tessa, Bernhard, Florian, Ralph and Rene. We were sitting at a lunch table in a noble local. Wonderful atmosphere, delicious food, but tiny portions to eat.. Bernhard spoke about wanting to date a friend right after lunch. Erhard was looking at his wrist-watch asking: "We have a work meeting then. Is it urgent?" Bernhard wispered something into his ear, so we all got even more curious.
Erhard meant:Have your date!
Then Florian stated: He has a news girlfriend, that stinky one! Bernhard leant back with an ironical smile: no, only a work friend!
Erhard and the rest laughed, except Tessa. Suddenly she stood up, slapped Bernhard in front of all our eyes and left.
Erhard was shocked first and then quarreled with Bernhard what he had done. A teacher with this moral was not welcome in his institute.
We were all surprised that Bernhard was participating at our work meeting - instead of his date. Tessa was missing.
Until now noone asked him about that mysterious friend.
Sometimes I have the sweet dream of "flying back" to the times when I had ended school recently and was just looking forward to a wonderful future before me with still all choices left, excited about how my children once would look like and which wonderful person I might be meeting in this world.
If you had the choice, to which time would you like to return again?
It's quite a while ago now that I came home weeping so that I looked worse than anything one could think about, my tears which had disolved my mascara running down my face giving it a black countenance. He came in and meant: What the hell! You look like a painting from Salvador Dali!" So I went along to the bathroom to wash my face, and he didn't stop quarreling, I began to brush my teeth, quarreling back of course only that he could hardly understand me due to the paste in my mouth.His arguments were dreadful and I got furious brushing my teeth quicker and quicker and by turning around I shook my tooth brush towards him. I was shocked for a few seconds, that I had stroke him so perfectly with a long ribbon of tooth paste merged with spit from his frown till the bottom of his shirt. He got so angry that he threw me into the room. I had great luck that the couch was right behind me to fall in.
I'm often thinking if such scenarios can be avoided in a relationship. Maybe if love plays a great role. I don't know. Anyhow I think that it is safer to live alone. Then such stunts can be spared to both.
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