I think therefore I am a nerd!

St. P has a habit of underestimating himself sometimes and quite obviously he is dying to hear what Megan did next to make his jaw drop open further! Although I like Megan very much, the very idea that she might be a heartbreaker makes me want to pay her less attention than is her due. So I stood with half my back to Megan and sipped my Mojito while I saw Megan looking at the stem of her glass. That made me respect her more. If she had been twiddling with some nameless cute yellow fruit stuck on the edge of her glass while she dazzled people with her smile, I wouldn't be able to stand her. Neither was I looking at St. P because I was sure I'd be irritated by his expression of undisguised admiration, which is like wearing a placard saying , 'Come you are free to trample over me and crush the remains with your high heels' to all potential heartbreakers. To be fair, St. P does not always gape open mouthed when he looks at people, that is more um what I do. He lights up, tilts his head, looks out of the corner of his eyes, takes a deep puff and gazes into the distance like no hot person right in front of him exists. I on the other hand utterly showed what a subtle poised thing I can be when I blundered with the very cool waitress in Karlsruhe, stared to take in the green sweater, the pierced lips, the hair and blubbered and blithered while St. P was calm, laughed, even seemed to say something funny though I knew even then that he was wowed by the cool-waitress-in-the-green-sweater.
So there we are. I haven't ventured out yet so I haven't seen Megan. But I will soon, so even if I don't see her, I guess one of the two pleasant bus drivers will be on duty on line no. 11, richtung Vaubon. Let's see. I have spared myself the trouble of going all the way to the library to get a cup of coffee and cake and had tea at home, cleaned up the house, worked a bit and now it's time to party. So, I will just go out, buy groceries and reinigungsmittel and look at shop windows. If you think this amusing, what would you say to St. P who parties even less ;) Megan however, does her cleaning and washing regularly and she rarely buys golden toast. I have often seen her stopping at the bakery in Andreas Hofer Straβe and sometimes at Laubfrosch or the one next to the shop that sells painting stuff in Holzmarkt, to buy broetchen. Now the thought of buying the same little rolls of bread from a different cafè, a new face, a different arrangement of bread and cakes, another tramstop frightens me. It's bread after all, how different could it be. But not with Megan. St. P is even further removes, going by a continuous diet of golden toast. I might not be Megan, but I sure can make Erbsensuppe!