Why am I doing this? Bored I guess?
But when I'm waiting in line for the coat check, I see him. I wave. He waves back and comes to greet me. The line is long, and he had two beers. He tells me that he has to find his friend and he'll be right back. Ok..
So it's another night of dancing. This time its German 'Schlager' music. So, I guess since the theme is 80's. (I guess Schlager is 80's, I don't know..), on the wall there are projections of Princess Di, Nancy Reagan and Hannelore Kohl. I feel bad that I didn't immediately recognize Hannelore Kohl.
As we're talking, we transition to German. Is my German really getting that good? His best friend is from the former East, so he doesn't speak any English at all. That makes the decision easier.
As the night progresses, I'm not getting a good feeling. But eventually we progress to make out mode, and everything seems back to normal.
Around 6 or so, it's time to go. He's very tired. We're both a little tipsy. I can't decide that I understand or not whether or not he wants me to go back with him. I don't have anything else to do, so I just follow. I get in the cab with him and we go back.
So, I guess he was very tired because neither then, or several hours later in the morning can he climax. As rearing to go as he seemed, he gave up. I think it's best not to press people to do anything they don't want, so I let him go.
I can't sleep either. Much better than last time, his drag artist roommate is not coming back so we have the place to ourselves. Be that as it may, I can't sleep. I tell him that I'm just going to go. When I leave, I don't feel any romance or anything. But I can't help but feeling "I like you just the same. How fun?"..... We kiss goodbye. I can tell he's off to bed again. And I start my walk of shame down the grandiose Karl-Mark Alle. I really don't think there could be any better walk of shame than Karl-Marx Alle.... have I mentioned that?
We'll see what happens.
