This is another blog related to my recent class reunion. As I mentioned before, the reunion was ok, a lot of people I was dieing to see didn´t show up, but I was compensated with a very interesting point of myself I haven´t seen so far. Our teacher was there as well, hasn´t aged a day, I wonder how she does it, and we were travelling down memory lane when she mentioned something that left me wondering.
Here is a bit of background. I got into that class in 9th grade. I was very lazy the year before, I was way too busy with plucking my eyebrows, covering my acne and looking at boys, so I had to do an extra round and repeat the year. Looking back, it was the best that could have happened to me. Anyway, when I got into class there were some other new people who came from other schools or had to do that extra round like me. One of them was Eddie. I hated him from the minute he walked in. He was this slavic asshole with a huge macho attitude, thought he was gods present to the world. Back then I was pretty much the opposite. I was in my very very queeny phase, my skin colour was a 100% artificial and my voice was so high and shrieky that only people under the age of 18 and bats where able to hear me. I was weapon grade material.
Eddie and I clashed all the time. We had arguments every single day, you could see daggers of hate shooting out of our eyes while we screamed at each other. It was really bad. It was so bad that we actually disturbed the class so much, that our teacher decided to have us sit next to each other for the rest of the year. She mentioned last weekend that she hoped it would work but expected us to be carried out of class in body bags. Well, it worked. We still had our arguments but we got along and had some sort of respect for each other. We simply loved to hate each other. That was 10 years ago.
Fast forward to last weekends class reunion and guess who came two hours to late, as usual? Eddie. There he was, aged a bit, lost some hair, gained some weight, but it was without a doubt him. He came over, gave me a big bear hug and told me he missed me. Exactly that moment I realized that I din´t hate him back then. OH NO, I had a thing for him! What the hell, how come I never realized that earlier. He was everything I fancied back then. I liked the polish bastards, with their high cheekbones, slender bodies and very manly behaviour. Back then you could´ve lined up a 100 men, I would have found the asshole.
We had a very good time that night, we actually were the only ones, plus Steffi, who went on clubbing. I couldn´t look at him the entire time without grinning about the fact that I was so blind back then. I guess he picked up on my mood because he was starting to tease me. I mean, he is straight, has a kid, an ex-wife and there he is hitting on me. Wouldn´t I´ve been happily married and would still go for that type of men, hell knows.
So, the lesson I have learned that weekend was that you should take a closer look on why you hate someone so much, before you attach the silencer to your gun. That doesn´t mean though that I have a thing for everyone I dislike or hate. Sometimes I just want to throw someone down a flight of stairs.
The first time I can remember staying at a hotel was when I was 5 years old and I loved it and I still love staying in Hotels. I don´t exactly know what it is that I love about hotels that much but I feel instantly at home. Maybe because some people say my apartment looks like a hotel. I like the reduced clutter free look. No red walls to scare me away, no porcelain figurines to gather dust. I love symetry and I love understatement in terms of interiour design. More is less sometimes.
Huge bed all for me with a great view. What else can you wish for.
I had to get used to the concept of the open shower though. But I guess it can be great fun watching the other half. You are also able to watch TV through the glass when you are under the shower and there is a speaker right next to the shower head, so you are good to go. I want that at home!
Hotels are simply FABULOUS!
