21 Oct 2006 (continued)
Bruxelles, Belgium -> Gent, Bruxelles -> Nivelles, Bruxelles
I love techno
As soon as we got out of the train, off we drove in direction of Gent (Flamand part), for I love techno. Yes, coming back to Belgium is a little detour we made in order to be able to see Kraftwerk!!!!! One week before actually leaving for Europe I already had difficulty sleeping because I knew that I would see them in Belgium!!! I am soooo excited!!! There I was on the site, dancing and jumping everywhere!!!
Kraftwerk was playing in the yellow room at 23h (17h, Montreal time). They were AWESOME!!! They always are! It was like being in a big party, with only good music and Kraftwerk in front of us.
On human interactions in a big party or the social aspect of I love techno
During the show, I was slowly progressing towards the front row, schmoozing with the friendly people there. Of course, since I was wearing my Kraftwerk tee, all the fans that had theirs were starting to speak to me spontaneously. When the show started, I chatted with an extremely enthusiastic Spanish guy who was jumping everywhere (almost) and an Australian guy. Very warm people.
I progressed a couple of meters before I met a Flamand guy. See, I don’t have any problems with them. I guess it is because I am willing to talk to them in English, something that the Wallons are not, I seriously think. In fact, I feel that I attract Flamands way more than Wallons… weird. Anyways, this is in no manner a scientific observation! The thing is that this guy was getting really warm really quickly with me, even though I told him I am from Canada and that I leave his beautiful country the very next day. What was he expecting, really? Within 5 min, he’s asked me already if I were married and was already placing his hands on my hips, something that I had to fix.
Really, I don’t mean to be racist or what, but so far lots (not all) of Belgium guys really don’t know how to charm or seduce a woman. They are hot in the pants and make a point in showing you, which is more gross and repulsive than exciting. Shit, we barely know each other, this is too much familiarity in too short time! It is like a nuptial dance that animals do. Humans have a far more evolved way to trigger mating, if I may allow myself those words. I gotta say that it feels funny to be in this country, knowing that I attract men and that I’ll break the charm or change the story drastically by dropping where I am from! I am available and not. Feels in power.
Lots of nice people have patted my shoulder, pointing at me a spot where I can fit to have a better view, and this is how I progressed towards up to front row! There, I met a guy from Liege (Wallon part) and another Wallon from I don’t know where. The Liégeois was nice and the other was really warm and excited, but in a different manner than the Flamand I described above. After thinking about it a little and chatting with him, I realized that he is totally gay. Well, he was funny to watch! He’s asked me which one I would want among the four members of the group. I laughed at his question, for this is not *that* type of appreciation that I have for them!! I think I heard him saying that he wouldn’t say no to them.
Anyways, that is beside what vigorously caught my attention and interest. There was a third guy I talked to while I was in the front row. He is very cute and friendly. We smiled at each other a few times, then started talking briefly. The ever question in this area, I asked him “Speak French or English or both?”. English, he said. Already a hint. He looked different than the Belgium guys I’ve seen before, so I was suspecting he’s from somewhere else.
He was very warm and friendly but not gross, not overwhelming, just perfect. Very sociable with a hint of extrovert personality, I could tell. Very expressive, we shared our joy together! I felt that after the show we would talk to each other. There was something in the air, un je ne sais quoi. My feminine intuition was expressing itself a lot. And so it happened. I chatted with him for at least 2 hours after the show. He is German (!) from a town close to Frankfürt and a DJ. He was surprised to learn that I was older than him. What is wrong with me? I keep being told that I look 23-24 years old, whereas I am 28!! :-)
Within 15 min of talking to him, I felt a funny sensation. It’s like I already know him. I know this sounds awfully cliché, but he was reminding me of someone I know, but I could not get a grip on whom. Plus, he was already showing me his silly side (he has one!!!), which is a far better way to seduce me, if you ask me. He was very funny, interesting and alive; complicity started right there. That is more how I envisioned meeting my next significant other. After thinking about it, I found it, he reminded me a lot of dcoombs because he was doing the same silly facial expressions that he can do when he is at his silliest. In a German very handsome form. (sigh) I was freaking because of the familiar resemblance. I was being ecstatic, excited, name it! Because of our instant complicity.
I showed him what I knew of German (yes, I told him that Ich habe eine SchamhaarPerücke!), he taught me some German (he is a very verrückt guy!), we talked about visiting each other (yes, I’ve said many times that I would visit Germany, but maybe this time plans are getting refined, so I’ll go to Germany some day, I swear to god!), took some silly pictures of each other (on his camera since the portable one I was lent had no power anymore), hugged and said goodbye.
I’ll write him as soon as possible so he can have my email address and we can exchange our pictures of the show. He said he would teach me some German. I promised him to start my German lessons again when I’ll be back in Canada so I can be even better when I’ll see him. I am happy!! I have a weird feeling that I am not sure I should put my finger on…
At least, now I can find some comfort in knowing that my ideal can exist and also that I can literally find it anywhere…
I went back to my host place and couldn’t sleep, as usual. I am still too excited from my night!! Tomorrow, trust me I’ll sleep when I’ll be in France.