oh life *sigh* don't cha think it s enough now????/PMS FOOD

bambambam BAM! incidents follow incidents. piranha is bombarded by weird happenings and gifts of life she never asked for. Here is the follow up of today:

• Haig. A guy between 40 and 50. Approaches me in the subway at a kiosk. 'Can I ask you something?' he seems slightly embarrassed and nervous. Me: 'sure!' of course I smile my piranha smile as usual. He: 'I don't know it must sound so stupid, but I somehow think you are really cool, you look so interesting and I like you for some reason.....' (does that sound familiar?) I know, I know...the normal reaction would be to raise an eyebrow and turn brusquely away, but nah, that ain't piranha style! I am too curious as to what life came up with this time as a joke or gift for me...so, me: 'well, hehe, thank you....whateva!' he:'your face is really fascinating. I bought this newspaper in the kiosk only because of you because I wasn't sure whether I would dare to talk to you...I followed you all the way here from upstairs....there is something in your face...ehe...' me, totally puzzled: 'ehehehe, you mean MY 'CHARACTER FACE' that is...hahahaha. you mean you think my face.....lol' he: 'yes, i somehow really like women with (now get this!!!) chin...there is something so expressive about it/you...'
  
  my chin....oh my god. actually, when I think hard, there hasn't been a single person I had a crush on so far who didn'T make some witty remarks about my face. the expressions range from: moon calf, smiley, to 'whenever I think of you I think of three circles which are your cheeks and (nope., not my nose!) your chin!. wah.
  
  anyways. this guy turned out to be photographer and he said that maybe we could take some photos or so. (yeah, sure, I guess you d like to do nude photos with me) He said that for some reason he really wanted to talk to me, maybe because usually the models always run after him and kind of get on his nerves and now he, as a compensation, wanted to make a move to someone he thought would be a nice model or whateva...
  Me: 'you don't have to apologize or explain for having talked to me. I think thats really courageous. It s good shot adrenalin, isn't it.' He understood and we agreed on meeting somewhen else. Ha, nobody can tell me I am NOT spontaneous!
  We exchanged contacts (yet another exception but I had a good feeling here. Of course it is possible that this guy is a whacky psycho who rapes innocent girls which he lures to his photostudio and later cuts them in pieces and stores them in his refridgerator, but I am not going to meet him somewhere lonely... and hey, this guy is middleaged white and looks like he doesn't need to do this crazy sort of thing and I really think he should be rewarded for it. Hey, I mean by reward that he gets the chance to talk to me! okay! stop thinking nasty stuff now. jesus!!! gee!!!!! But it is definetly something else than the average African like Mike (sorry Mike, you were special in your own way, but I have to admit that there was something very stereotypical in your behavior....) who takes every of my smiles as an invitation to follow me and marry me. I understand that not many people seem to smile and that it must be confusing but in the same time I refuse stopping to smile at people just because I am in a big city now. And yes, I DO give African guys a chance as well, if my feeling is allright with it. So please don'T think the decision is based on generalized prejudices.)

• Immanuel: He was from Ghana. I smiled at him in the subway. He followed me ALL the way down the street. I was looking for my bike which I had locked somewhere in this area days ago when I was too drunk and the bike got a flat tire and what not. I didn't remember where the fuck I put it. I entered a turkish supermarket to buy some cherries when I noticed him behind me. Silently he stood there, doing nothing, but waiting for something. (For me saying something???). I didn'T do anything. Just went to pay the cherries. Again he, silently behind me. Uhhhh. A soft and quiet voice asks me 'do you speak english?' Me: (acting as if surprised) 'Oh, sure!' he 'i saw you and I have interest with you' (ewwww. hmrmblfmblgrkmlstdemflefbml) He was apparently actually shy and so this accounted for him and I decided to rescue the situation by acting extremely open and laid back. We chatted a bit and of course the next best thing is he asks me for my number.
  
  See, David didn't ask me for my number until the very end. He could have asked for it when I first wanted to leave the club and we had only exchanged a few words. But he didn't (scary thought: if he hadn't been in his 'patchy' relationship, would he have been the same???) and he didn'T comply to any of the stereotypes known to me and I guess thats partially how he got me. He was just being very different, very cool and very unique.
  
  I told him that I don't do that. I can take his number but I won'T call. I am being honest, I don'T wanna raise false hopes. He still wants to give me his number. Okay *sigh* *piranha shakes her head in disbelief*. It turns out he is here since 7 years. SEVEN years, and you don'T speak German? hm. hrmblgflmflbflf. I explain him I also cannot take his number because my boyfriend (from Zimbabwe of course, aaargh, piranha you fucking fake head of a dreaming romantic) is very jealous. ha ha. good joke. *sobs*. Anyways. He is sad but I have to go. I am sorry but I am not going to play the social worker here. I am interested in interesting folks and I give a fuck about the colour of your skin. Sorry for that. BUt i know you just want to fuck me. I know it. okay, maybe you want to love me. Just as I am desperately looking for someone I can love as I thought I could love HIM. But I am not going to let you love me. I am egoistic in this point. I want to love too and I know I won'T be able to fall in love with you. You are SIMPLY NOT MY TYPE. oh, yeah, even though I smiled at you, even though you are black.
  

Something else: I feel I am entering my PMS week. Great. Now I won'T know what I really feel if I meet you. Anybody interested in how piranha's PMS like food plan looks like?

1. 1 AM: some turkish sweets, TWIX
2. noon of next day: a breakfast in a Cafe. Not that I could afford it, but there is nothing I care less about right now! A cigarette (although I don'T smoke no more!)
3. 6 PM: two chocolate bars. Two handful cherries. A piece of Pizza. Icecream.

Yeah. But I am not pregnant. It s just PMS.

Piranha likes to eat guys up when she has her PMS. Especially one certain gorgeous one.