A Good Day

Today was a rather good day. Not only because I had taken the day off, but just generally good. Before lunch I had already had two saffron-buns, coffee with a good friend, two gorgeous twin babies smiling at me, played with a cute dog, a hair cut and being called “principessa” by an Italian street vendor. Not bad! That would never happen in The Small Town! After that I had lunch with another good friend, a meeting that felt quite ok as well as some time for shopping before getting on the train back in time for boxing.

On the train back there was even a man sitting opposite me who said I was very beautiful and the kind of woman every man wants. Unfortunately the man was a completely stoned professional alcoholic, probably also on other drugs and a criminal, very likely on the run from one of the major prisons, wearing two pairs of jeans and two coats, all smelly and he was taken off the train by the police two stations later…. If that is the kind of men that fall for me, no wonder I am single… and maybe I should be happy.