Tara asks me, to attend her, for a charity gala in some bigger German city, because Tara's NGO was nominated for a civil society price and get two cards for her NGO. – But nobody of her team likes glitter, long dresses and make-up, so for sure, she asks me. And double-sure, I say yes, because, we will get a make-up from some professional MUAs before the show.
I'm so simple structured and easy to catch. So, if you need to convince me for something in the future, prepare a red carpet and book a MUAs. Afterwards I will do anything. 😅
The show is funny. The idea behind the price is primarily the empowering of charity projects, who are driven by women. – But you don't have to win a Nobel prize in economics to understand, that 80% of the nominated and introduced projects are driven by some housewives with some rich money-earning husbands. – So yes, let's celebrate the autonomy of females. I love it.
We're leaving the show quite quickly. Tara's NGO didn't win anything. Sure, she doesn’t have a rich husband, and we're looking like lesbians, who have read too much feministic literature.
We start to walk around the harbour, breathing stormy cold air, start freezing and shamble back on our high heels to the hotel, to decide for a private party at the bar. Laughing, talking, enjoying this crazy world, with all these important evenings, to fill up the empty gaps in our exitances.
Half an hour later, the bar-keeper come over and set two new drinks on our table.
From the Mister right over there. – He turns his head to a male, who smiles on us.
Thank you, we whisper and cheering well-behaved the drinks into the direction of the stranger.
Five minutes later the strange take a seat at our table and introducing himself. We start a little chit-chat, but Jens is not a lonely sales man only, he's also quite horny, and his eyes and interest is focusing me.
Wow, this is new for me. The first invitation for a drink from a stranger. Crazy. Unfortunately, I’m not interested. Sex with strangers is a no-go. I need some time to explain my body, my mind, reading together in my manual first, until we understand the basics. – But yes, it’s my first invitation as a woman. My first drink as Sophie. But, 100ms are enough to understand, that he isn't rich, humorous and unmarried. So, I decided to be honest, instead of playing.
Jens, thank you for the drinks. But to be honest: Nothing will happen between you and me today. No kissing. No sex. Nothing. I'm not interested to fuck with you. We can have a little talk, but nothing else. Are you okay with that?
Tara looks on me, with her mouth open for two seconds, until Jens speaks on.
What a shame. You are so randy. Really. You make me really horny.
Thank you, Jens, that's nice. But no, means no.
Jens looks through his wet alcoholic eyes on me.
No fuck?
No fuck!, I answer.
Not even a little fuck?
Not even a little fuck Jens.
He shrugs the shoulders, and left. Tara opens her handbag to look for her countenance.
Sophie, you're so straight. I would have talked to these guys for an hour, because he paid the drink.
Was I to rough? Or unfair? – I never get invited to a drink from a stranger before. I mean, it was a compliment. A really compliment. And I rejected him. Maybe I was too rough?
We're leaving for our room. Attending the elevator, I look on myself in the mirror. Everything changed with my coming-out, with my life as Sophie. – And I still need to developing my female dating capabilities.
