well, let me tell a story from last week. i was in amsterdam with my friend. we were having a good time, but then his girlfriend called and they had a fight about the red light district. you know, some jealousy stuff :) so he went back to the hostel to deal with it, and yeah, suddenly i was alone in amsterdam.
i didn’t want to go back to the hostel, because it was still early and i was having fun, so i just walked around the city. it was not my first time in amsterdam but i had no idea where i was going, i just walked into random streets.
then it started raining. it was also cold, so i decided to find some place to warm up.
the bar
found a bar nearby, went inside to get some heineken. after a while i went outside to smoke, and my lighter didn’t work, and a woman next to me noticed and gave me her lighter. i lit my cigarette, thanked her, gave it back and we started talking random stuff.
aurora
she said her name is aurora, probably not her real name. she was 25 and from the usa. after a while she said she works as a stripper. she mentioned it casually, like it was nothing special. so i didn’t make a big deal out of it. i just said “cool” and we continued talking.
after smoking we felt the cold again, so we went back inside and she got a beer too. turkiye, amsterdam, traveling, life, men, women, relationships, work, money… don’t remember everything but it was a good talk. to be honest, she was more intelligent than most people i know, and i was really surprised because you don’t expect that from an american stripper. at least i didn’t, stereotypes suck.
the soundtrack
when we started talking about music, she asked me what i listen to. i asked her the same. then she said “wait, i need to show you smth” and we went outside for another cigarette. rain was still going.
we lit our cigarettes and she played this, one of her favorites as she said.
we just stood there in the rain, smoking, listening. didn’t say much. didn’t need to. just enjoying the moment.
i really liked the music, and that’s why you’re seeing it here.
the louboutin
when she had to leave, she gave me her lighter as a gift. it was a black bic with a red button. she knew i’d need it.
then she smiled and said something i couldn’t forget. “the cheapest louboutin in amsterdam”. she was right. black body, red button :)
now what
i keep it. it’s dead now, i mean it’s out of gas. but i’ll keep it because it has a story. you know, it’s not just a lighter anymore. it’s the cheapest louboutin in amsterdam. and don’t forget, some things are cheap only until they become a memory.