While I am waiting for my food to be ready.
Boiling softly on the stove, where it needs to stand for about one more hour.
I thought, what better way to spend this time, writing another story.
To process for myself and I just have the time.
A story about a woman who shortly passed me by.
Not that long ago and all and all it didn’t take that long.
This woman walked by and stopped to have a look.
I thought that was something odd to do.
I had never seen her, nor did I know her in any way.
I was just waiting for the train, to continue wherever I was supposed to be going.
I was waiting a few minutes, on the train platform when this woman made her appearance.
She must have been waiting, for a train to catch, where she saw me and made that move.
While seeing this moment happening before my eyes, the look on her face made me realize.
She must have seen me from a little distance, to make that decision to walk towards me.
Walking by, stopping to have a look.
However, she was actually making a face.
Looking dirty, ugly even a little bit.
I would translate it to some jealousy perhaps.
Where I was thinking for a few seconds.
What just happened?
I didn’t have much time, however I had enough time to have a look at how she looked.
She was tall, blue eyes and blonde hair.
Wearing sneakers and jeans.
This is how far I came.
I could tell, from the time I have been living in this country, where I was able to recognize her as such.
Perhaps even because of that jealous look.
I think it was her way of telling me something.
I just don’t know what exactly.
At least this is what I believe her behaviour was saying.
It could also be something else of course.
I saw it as a compliment, it told me I am looking good.
She walked all the way towards me, to give me an ugly face.
Letting me know what kind of woman she is.
I believe it is the behaviour of some of those women out there.
Where they have the need to be doing this.
It could also be I haven’t been clear about something.
I guess I have to be open about this now.
The epiphany is, I find Dutch men quite boring.
At least from the experiences I had.
Where this isn’t an invitation to prove me otherwise.
So, let me explain.
You always have to tell them what to do. Half of the time they forget what I have been saying.
The worst part is they always have an eye checking those other women.
To say, I can understand some of those women having to keep their guard.
But you know, it is not my fault they are looking at me this way.
Part is because of their own behaviour and the other part is I am looking the way I look.
A tough cookie to swallow or whatever you might think.
I am grateful this happened and with her behavior it was showing I am not afraid for an ugly face or a jealous look.
Where I am on my way to my next destination, taking the train without any delay.
Leaving behind the station, on my way where I should be going.