Stalker alert!
Patrick and I met the strangest guy last night in one of the bars of Amsterdam. To be fair and honest to journalistic codes of conduct I should divulge that we were a little stoned, so it’s possible that some of the weirdness was exascerbated by our inability to understand the guy.
I’ll eliminiate his name (not sure why I’m protecting his identity), but ‘M’ is a relatively cute young guy who works in a shop we go into in Amsterdam, and he came crashing into us in one of our favourite bars quite late into the evening. To begin with he looked totally sober, and rather energetic, however within the first few minutes I stopped following his chain of thought, which I attributed to my slightly non-sober state, however pretty quickly his actions became more and more excited, and he was getting rather too intimate with both of us (I didn’t find him attractive at all – he’s small and boyish girlish, which is not my speed) and we lost his train of thought almost completely.
Patrick was taking advantage of the situation and his evil sense of humour prompted him to encourage the situation, knowing that I couldn’t extricate myself easily, and he encouraged M just to see me squirm (he’ll pay for that at some later time). It must have taken about 30 minutes (and one tortuous period where Patrick went to the bathroom and left me alone with the psycho) for him to realise that we weren’t really communicating and he finally left…
Thinking back on it both he and his “friend” (in quote marks as we have a slight suspicion that he’s also a hooker, and the ugly friend may well have been paying for the night) had rather large pupils, so I’m pretty sure they were enjoying some sort of pharmaceutical effect, and I do hope they had a good time… not sure how I’ll handle him next time I visit his shop!
Lets just hope he doesn’t know where we live!!!