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Confusing adult
One must have wandered around on this planet for some years to be allowed to experience certain encounters of the special kind... I mean with it coincidental meetings of former schoolmates which one has not seen for several decades any more. Sometimes it is nice, one has immediately the old wire to each other again, and it is completely unimportant that both look long ago no longer so freshly as with 18, or in the case of the men mostly, possibly less hair on the head have. Sometimes, however, seems the once so familiar counterpart changed in such a way that one hardly recognizes this person, who speaks differently, moves differently, even laughs differently, and incidentally also seems to have completely different memories of earlier...
Well, I would like to tell you about my last encounter of this kind :
ICE Frankfurt direction Munich train compartment :
Opposite me sits a strange gentleman with Geheimratsecken in chic suit and bulging briefcase. He puts on his glasses and pauses :
"Excuse me...are you about....the violet ?"
" Um, yes ? "
" Yes, don't you know me anymore ?!" Not really.
" Well, it's me! Good old Patchoulino!"
" Right, now I recognize you! You smell exactly like you did back then, at 16 . After very slightly sweet dark spicy earth, warm, mysterious, but straightforward and somehow quite like adventure. Well, I'll be! How could I only überschnuppern this...so really."
" Yes." He leans back in his seat, grinning and visibly flattered. " Basically, I have also remained quite the old.
"True. But you radiate such a lightness that you didn't have before, Patchoulino."
" Well,first of all,I haven't lived in the basement for a very long time,"
defiantly, he strokes his remaining cinnamon brown hair with a few dark honey blond highlights. . Secondly, I am now times no longer the oily type from the small bottle, no ! Meanwhile, I have a dignified blend of citrus notes, which almost develop a touch of light florality with Igwer on me. They give me this aromatic lightness.
That's right. He can not deny his deep, dark side, but meanwhile skillfully let it fade into the background.
"And", he bites cautiously into a cinnamon bun " Finely balanced spices give my appearance in public the special twist, let me, with all modesty, seem more interesting. And look here, my camouflage cloak !" He nestles something out of his suitcase, which looks like a silver cloth flap.
Indeed ! Briefly, he disappears completely from the scene, leaving only lemony-floral-spicy aura. To reappear in the next moment. " Back again! " And then
" Gone - back again !"
" Away - back again !"
" Gone - there again !"
"Really impressive," I mutter, increasingly irritated. Was he like that before too ? This little game he does two, three times with me, once even leaving the compartment for about 10 minutes. Somehow he seems to me no longer so completely trustworthy...
There is this certain distance, which I did not perceive earlier so in the behavior Patchoulino. And the fact how much he has changed. There is no denying it. He seems absolutely not as simple-minded, honest, wild and adventurous as before. But instead... very elegant.
Although the boy P. from old times appears again and again in my nose, I recognize him somewhere possibly still, he has changed, has grown up and seems to me long ago no longer to be so uncomplicated and naive. And also no longer really close and tangible.
He has become more refined and, at least in part, more reserved. has acquired a carapace of hardened sophistication.
Still, I can't help but think, he still seems extremely seductive to me. After all, was he not always one of the most beautiful ? In the course of the hours spent together, more warmth develops in his behavior. Now he lets play adeptly his somewhat woody charm,
listens sandel-creamy-smiling to my stories and actually smears me even dark golden honey around the mouth. I notice that he has actually been doing this for hours.
What a confusing meeting
" I go me times briefly freshen up," I say. I must wipe me urgently times the honey, how does it look then?
When I come back, I see that my purse is open. My purse is completely empty, just like the compartment. A hint of dark warmth and floral honey sweetness is in the air. Patchoulino has disappeared.
Or is he still there?
Well, I would like to tell you about my last encounter of this kind :
ICE Frankfurt direction Munich train compartment :
Opposite me sits a strange gentleman with Geheimratsecken in chic suit and bulging briefcase. He puts on his glasses and pauses :
"Excuse me...are you about....the violet ?"
" Um, yes ? "
" Yes, don't you know me anymore ?!" Not really.
" Well, it's me! Good old Patchoulino!"
" Right, now I recognize you! You smell exactly like you did back then, at 16 . After very slightly sweet dark spicy earth, warm, mysterious, but straightforward and somehow quite like adventure. Well, I'll be! How could I only überschnuppern this...so really."
" Yes." He leans back in his seat, grinning and visibly flattered. " Basically, I have also remained quite the old.
"True. But you radiate such a lightness that you didn't have before, Patchoulino."
" Well,first of all,I haven't lived in the basement for a very long time,"
defiantly, he strokes his remaining cinnamon brown hair with a few dark honey blond highlights. . Secondly, I am now times no longer the oily type from the small bottle, no ! Meanwhile, I have a dignified blend of citrus notes, which almost develop a touch of light florality with Igwer on me. They give me this aromatic lightness.
That's right. He can not deny his deep, dark side, but meanwhile skillfully let it fade into the background.
"And", he bites cautiously into a cinnamon bun " Finely balanced spices give my appearance in public the special twist, let me, with all modesty, seem more interesting. And look here, my camouflage cloak !" He nestles something out of his suitcase, which looks like a silver cloth flap.
Indeed ! Briefly, he disappears completely from the scene, leaving only lemony-floral-spicy aura. To reappear in the next moment. " Back again! " And then
" Gone - back again !"
" Away - back again !"
" Gone - there again !"
"Really impressive," I mutter, increasingly irritated. Was he like that before too ? This little game he does two, three times with me, once even leaving the compartment for about 10 minutes. Somehow he seems to me no longer so completely trustworthy...
There is this certain distance, which I did not perceive earlier so in the behavior Patchoulino. And the fact how much he has changed. There is no denying it. He seems absolutely not as simple-minded, honest, wild and adventurous as before. But instead... very elegant.
Although the boy P. from old times appears again and again in my nose, I recognize him somewhere possibly still, he has changed, has grown up and seems to me long ago no longer to be so uncomplicated and naive. And also no longer really close and tangible.
He has become more refined and, at least in part, more reserved. has acquired a carapace of hardened sophistication.
Still, I can't help but think, he still seems extremely seductive to me. After all, was he not always one of the most beautiful ? In the course of the hours spent together, more warmth develops in his behavior. Now he lets play adeptly his somewhat woody charm,
listens sandel-creamy-smiling to my stories and actually smears me even dark golden honey around the mouth. I notice that he has actually been doing this for hours.
What a confusing meeting
" I go me times briefly freshen up," I say. I must wipe me urgently times the honey, how does it look then?
When I come back, I see that my purse is open. My purse is completely empty, just like the compartment. A hint of dark warmth and floral honey sweetness is in the air. Patchoulino has disappeared.
Or is he still there?
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