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I don't have anything to write about today, so I'll tell you a story instead:
"Whose Hand Am I Holding?"
This actually happened years ago, when I was still together with my ex, the hi-fi fanatic. It was in the late 80's early 90's. I had the obligatory bad perm and Vagabond shoes.
Anyway, we decided to rent a video and went to at that time the largest video-store in town: "Vestergade's Video". I head into the VHS section (in case you're wondering; the other section was the BETA-MAX, remember those?) and start browsing the shelves. At one point I reach out to take my ex's hand (I'm trying to lead him away from the Jean Claude Van Damme movies) and we continue up and down the isles with me babbling the whole time, trying to "sell" the videos I want to watch.
The ex isn't saying much, just the occasional "hmmm" and "uh-uh", but his grip on my hand is firm, so I'm assuming that he's agreeing with me (which was a novelty!).
Things are going really well until I turn around the corner and see a familiar figure at the far end of the store....MY EX!
I slowly turn around (like in the horror movies where the heroine suddenly realizes that the monster is right behind her) and see, not a monster, but a guy around my age, who's cracking up with held-back laughter.
Now, I am terribly un-cool. Instead of making a witty remark, I go beet-red and mumble a feeble "excuse me", something which apparently made the whole thing even funnier.
Fisen is bored, Felix is sleeping. I have some leftover dinner in the fridge.
"Whose Hand Am I Holding?"
This actually happened years ago, when I was still together with my ex, the hi-fi fanatic. It was in the late 80's early 90's. I had the obligatory bad perm and Vagabond shoes.
Anyway, we decided to rent a video and went to at that time the largest video-store in town: "Vestergade's Video". I head into the VHS section (in case you're wondering; the other section was the BETA-MAX, remember those?) and start browsing the shelves. At one point I reach out to take my ex's hand (I'm trying to lead him away from the Jean Claude Van Damme movies) and we continue up and down the isles with me babbling the whole time, trying to "sell" the videos I want to watch.
The ex isn't saying much, just the occasional "hmmm" and "uh-uh", but his grip on my hand is firm, so I'm assuming that he's agreeing with me (which was a novelty!).
Things are going really well until I turn around the corner and see a familiar figure at the far end of the store....MY EX!
I slowly turn around (like in the horror movies where the heroine suddenly realizes that the monster is right behind her) and see, not a monster, but a guy around my age, who's cracking up with held-back laughter.
Now, I am terribly un-cool. Instead of making a witty remark, I go beet-red and mumble a feeble "excuse me", something which apparently made the whole thing even funnier.
Fisen is bored, Felix is sleeping. I have some leftover dinner in the fridge.
