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I met a friend of a good friend two days ago. I talked to this guy the first time and was very surprised that I obviously left a good mark.
During our talk I got a call from another friend on my mobile. After finishing that call he asked me for my parents jobs. I said “huh? what? why” and then I told him. He said “yes, I knew that you come from a good (bourgeois) family, I can hear that”. I was surprised and laughed.
He explained that I use good speech and words that not everyone uses…I have a exalted (gehoben) expression when I talk, because I use words like (in German:) “da muss ich erst noch Rücksprache halten”. He also said that my gestures and my behaviour told him about my good family ‘background’. How I welcome people, how I shake hands, how I generally talk. Crazy. Unspeakable. Then he said with being safe he’s right, “you had a good childhood, right?” and this time I said, hmm, what is good and what is bad, ok I never get a beating (Schlaege) by my parents, so I guess it was ok. He said, ok but the first important years when you were young were good, right? I nodded. Again he said that he can see that.
Damn, scary and very surprisingly because nobody every talked like this to me.
Maybe not the best idea, but I told Nathan about it and the first thing he said “he probably has a crush on you”. Sigh, why do men always think in these structures? I’ll never understand it. The guy has a girlfriend anyway and I probably never see him again (he lives in Berlin), so…it was just an interesting chat. I told N. that he is an artist, too (just tried to calm him down, like “see, he’s also an artist as you, so he can’t be a bad guy” *g*) but I guess men are not interested in more information about guys who impressed their girlfriends.
When I came home I couldn’t resist to tell my dad about this, let’s say, positive rating. As I expected he had a big grin. Yeah, it is also a compliment for my parents. Well done. Good that nobody in the world wide web knows about my +#?%$§!&& (wild-n-crazy-rough) teenage years and that my parents thought that I’ll end up walk the streets or sleeping under bridges and so on. Yeah, looking backward makes ME grin now.
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