While I am waiting for my food to be ready.
When it is boiling on the stove, where it needs to stand for about one more hour.
I thought, what better way to spend the time waiting, writing another story.
To process some things that happened 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.
At least that question came rising.
I had never seen her, nor did I know her in any other way.
I was just waiting for the train, since I arrived a little bit before at the airport.
It must have also been about an hour since that time the plane landed.
I was waiting with my luggage like any other person on the platform, to catch that train.
To continue wherever I was supposed to be going.
I was waiting just a few minutes there, on the train platform when this woman made her appearance.
She wasn’t carrying any luggage, but she must have been just waiting like me, for a train to catch.
Then saw me and made that move.
I guess, not all passengers carry a suitcase or any other luggage when waiting for a train at the airport.
While having this insight and seeing this moment happening before my eyes.
It was the look on her face that made me realize something.
She must have seen me from a little distance, to make that decision to walk towards me.
Walking by, then stopping to have that look.
However, she was actually making a face.
One that looks 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 to realize, however I had enough time to have a look at how she looked.
Where 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 because of that jealous look.
She was just a typical Dutch woman.
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.
However, I saw it as a compliment.
It just 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 Dutch women out there.
Where they have they need to be doing this.
It could also be that I haven’t been clear about something.
Although she was without a man by her side, her behaviour looked like one that was in a commitment with I believe a Dutch man.
But you Dutch lady who gave me this death stare at the train platform of Amsterdam Airport.
Let me tell you this, you can have him and all those others too.
I mean, you Dutch lady.
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. Then half of the time they forget what I had been saying. And the worst part is that they always have an eye checking those other women.
To say, I can understand some of those Dutch women have to keep their guard.
But you know, it is not my fault they are looking at me that way.
Part is because of their own behaviour and the other part is that I am looking this way.
It is not a tough cookie to swallow of whatever you might think.
To say I am grateful that this happened and with her behavior it is showing I am not afraid for an ugly face or a jealous look.
It just proves I am on my way to my next destination, taking that train without any delay.
Leaving behind the old and she can have hers.