On the plus side, I was also getting old enough to make my license for one of these bad boys:
My first bike! |
The other kids in school had to use the bus for another year. I had my bike. Freedom. Coolness. Still didn't know how to talk to girls, though. So thank fuck for the power of the internet! I met this girl in the PC Games chatroom. I think her handle was Dragonheart or something. My favourite movie at the time! We used to chat a lot, then we realized that we lived really close to each other, chat sessions turned into phone calls and we were really attracted to one another.
Dragonheart's real name was Sara and she was smoking hot! She also pretended to be an aggressive inline skater on the internet, because even two decades ago, everybody was awesome when talking to strangers online. At that time she was the closest thing to a girlfriend I ever had. But she was shy about meeting in real life and her overprotective parents didn't exactly make things any less complicated. So things were nice, but they weren't getting serious.
So I still didn't have a girlfriend, but I had a nerdy buddy with a secret stash of porn magazines under his bed. And that friend's mother had just booked a holiday trip to Tunisia and asked if I wanted to tag along. My parents were rich and all too happy to have me out of the house, so I was put on an airplane faster than I could say, " ".
Until that trip, Christian and I thought that nothing could ever hurt our friendship. Nothing could come between us. Though neither one of us considered girls a serious threat at the time - bad mistake!
For the first week or so, Christian and I would always hang out together. But by some unforeseen circumstances, both of us ended up with lady friends. Christian ended up with this creepy fat chick, who was incredibly soft-spoken and chilled out and wise. She wasn't that much older than us, but she talked like she had lived for a million years. Knew everything. No idea what she saw in an idiot like him. Don't get me wrong, he was my friend and I loved the guy to bits, but we were young and dumber than shit. She was a grown-ass woman.
Meanwhile, I started hanging out with this crazy punk chick, Sabrina. One day her hair was pink, then it was blue, only to turn green the next. Tomboy, about my age. We got off on the completely wrong foot. We just casually talked at some point and this absolute whale of a woman walked past. She wasn't just big. She was Peter Griffin levels of fat. So I did what all judgmental kids do at that age and made a nasty remark. Sabrina was super pissed off at me. "What the fuck, man, that's my mother you're talking about!" I just stood there and laughed in her face, because I thought that was the funniest, most epic comeback, ever. Problem was, she wasn't joking. I just insulted her mother.
A couple days went by and then something really bad happened. Have you ever been in a hotel where they have a warning siren or some sort of signal that tells people to stay the fuck out of the ocean? Because our hotel had one of those and one guy ignored the signal. And drowned. Sabrina rushed to help the guy, she tried to save him, tried to bring him back to life. Her dream was to become a nurse. Heck, back then she told me she was a nurse, which was about as true as Sara's career as an aggressive skater. A guy just died right in front of her and she was in absolute shock.
Sabrina asked me to stay with her that night. So I came to her room, we both slept in her bed and I was the perfect gentleman. I didn't touch her, didn't even peek at her boobs when she fell asleep. I just watched over her, spent the night by her side, was the nicest guy on earth. She woke up the next day and said she couldn't believe I didn't try anything, because every other guy she had ever known definitely would have done. Yeah well, maybe she was hanging out with the wrong guys. Or maybe there was something wrong with me.
I left her to do her own stuff and went to the arcade machines. They had this King of Fighters machine in the hotel lobby and since I had spent the biggest part of my childhood hiding from people and playing videogames, I was basically god at this game. Nobody could beat me. People put money in the machine, just so I would show them special moves or show them how to beat certain enemies. One guy threw a ton of coins at me so I'd spend some time playing the game with his kid. I had small crowds gathering around the machine who would watch me play every night. Local kids from Tunisia, too, because they sure as fuck didn't have a games console at home. Back in school I was always the very last pick in football and just about every other physical activity. But in front of this arcade machine I was a rockstar!
Sabrina came to watch me play. She held my drink, cheered me on, kinda stood in my corner like we were re-enacting Rocky. And when Geese Howard flew out the window after that final boss fight and people lost their shit over it, she wrapped herself around me and kissed me.
My first kiss. It tasted like stale beer, served in a heavily-used ash tray.
Christian was supposed to get lucky that same night. He was in our room with that creepy wise woman. But I banged against the door, trying to save him from... heck, I don't even know. I guess I thought it was wrong? She was too old and too weird for him? Maybe I was jealous, because some creepy chick wanted to bone my best friend? I wasn't into him in that way. Ever. But for some reason I simply couldn't stand the idea that the two of them would do it.
He was absolutely furious. We shouted at each other, got seriously pissed off, came within an inch of actually fighting each other. We never fought before, but that shit was serious. Fortunately, we made up the next day, because we simply couldn't stay mad at each other. But he got back at me just a few days later. When we went back to Germany I decided to spend a few days at Sabrina's place. So Christian went and met Sara. Which was only fair - after all, I figured things weren't going anywhere with her and Sabrina was my quasi-girlfriend now.