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GOOD BERLIN FRIENDS

Arian: She came on the terrace with these searching eyes. We immediately recognized her. She was completely different from her pic on the dating portal. Less styled, less fake, more Berlin. Strange to say that, since she’d probably put a lot of effort in her looks this evening. But here, this summer night in Mitte, the warm wind over Berlin’s skyline, this bar, here, she looked like a normal girl meeting good friends. Great looking normal girl, that is. Long legs like the TV tower, body like a model, a smile to bring peace to the Middle East…

Lu: To put it less poetically: She was cool. I had expected one of these women with done lips and tits, high heels and perfume like these swinger club wives. I prepared to drink enough to survive a small talk massacre with some dumbass plastic bitch, afterwards do my job as a loving wife of a sex addict Neanderthal and then leave both to get me a real man at the bar.

And then take sweet revenge...

Instead, this girl comes, looking like Kreuzberg, wearing a real stylish jumper and says something like, “Hi, so sorry to be late. But this asshole Uber driver tried to increase his pay by giving me a fuckin’ sightseeing tour. Do I look like a damn tourist? I told him that if I want to drive in circles, I go skating. I told him to quit talking and get me here directly, not over Moscow…Oh, by the way: Hi, I’m Sophia.”

It felt like friends for me, immediately.

Arian: Yes, she was quite direct. Like you. Wasn’t the easiest position for me being between the both of you. She was always playing, never totally serious. And always talking. Lots of energy.

Lu: I loved it. She was a hyperactive freak…

Arian: But in the body of a beautiful woman. Direct, intelligent, down to earth… a real Berliner. She sometimes lost track of her story, then all of a sudden realizing it, she started to giggle, laughing about herself. I remember this scene…

Sophia: Are you with me? No? Hmmm… I can’t keep up with myself. Do you want me to start again or do we just forget about the story? Oh, no, we can’t forget about it! I have to tell you! It’s important. Where did I stop?

Lu: I don’t know where you stopped. I lost you a while ago. But I love listening to you, whatever you say. Just carry on. Arian, can you order me another drink?

Arian: You stopped at the point where you wanted to tell us that you are studying…

Sophia: Aaah! Yes! Thanks. Yup, I’m studying. I’m doing my masters in psychology. Can you get me a drink, too? And this here is my way of combining my personal interests with my career plans.

Lu: Personal interests?

Sophia: Yes, I love adventures. And people. I like people. I’m curious like a young cat. And with this here I can have fast adventures, get to know many people in a very intimate way and don’t have to fear that my affairs collide. The deal is clear for all. I just want to have fun.

Arian: And why your career plans?

Sophia: Well, my future clients will be having problems with their relationships. And with sex. I study while partying…

Lu: You have fuck dates to become successful in your job? Slowly, I get a bit envious…

Arian: But aren’t there other ways to get to know the intimate side of people?