Thanks for picking me up

He was someone I noticed within a couple of days, when I started work at the new office half a year ago. A big man, who seemed to be a Mexican. Little did I know, that within some months he would turn to be a very close friend of mine, who would never fail to pick me up whenever I’m down.
Stallion, a 30-year young Turkish as I learned later, had an extremely sharp eye, within seconds he could pick up a persons most distinguishing actions of behaviour and imitate them. No wonder, that’s why he was an excellent entertainer with a very keen mind and someone who could read your feelings through your eyes.

Stallion: “Hi! It’s so good to see you beautiful lady, how are you?”
Me: “Hi, I’m good, how are you?”
Stallion: “That was not very convincing… Your face looks pale, what happened?”
Me: “Oh nothing, I’m just tired. You tell me how was the vacation with your girlfriend?”

Later we were sitting in a cocktail bar, talking about my new job and the new team, when he suddenly changed the topic.

Stallion: “There’s something about your eyes today, they’re sad. You’re not yourself today, not talking much, not smiling.”
I laughed it off “No, nothing… just tired” and smiled brightly.
Stallion: “Urgh, stop it. Not that fake smile, I hate that. Your real smile, where you smile with your eyes and your dimples show and you just radiate happiness from your heart. Where is it? Right now you’re just pulling your lips in a weird shape. What happened… what did Mr Brave do?”
Me “I don’t know, I’m confused… It’s like he cannot be without me, still he doesn’t decide to be with me, for whatever reason. He’s so indecisive, insecure and”
Stallion: “Okay, hold on, stop there. He messed with you so many times, you’re still so attached to him. It makes me angry, that he does not care at all about you. Look at you! You’re beautiful, you’re intelligent and funny, why would someone want to make you sad. Still he does it, on purpose, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. You deserve to have a partner who loves you, who cares for you, who doesn’t put you down and most important who’s sure, that he WANTS to be with you.”
Me: Nodding, holding back tears.
Stallion: “Listen, I’m not saying he is a bad guy per say. There must be definitely something about him, that’s why an intelligent woman like you is stuck on him for the past three years. But what he is doing, that’s just not fair. Look at you, do you want to be that woman? Have you heard yourself talking about him? You sound like a little, lost girl. Get real! He might be a good guy, but he is not being good to you.”
Me: “You’re right…”
Stallion: “I know, I am. He should be a guy who can’t believe your his, in the first place. And what makes me more angry is, that you won’t be able to see other guys who could be liking you, because your focused so much on him. Man, I wish you a partner who longs for you. Like when I see my girlfriend, I’m so happy to know she’s mine, I wanna be with her, around her. Every single day, for the past 4 years now, I’m happy to know I love her and she loves me. The feeling didn’t change, not at all. You need this type of stable, of sure love. Don’t you ever settle for less, do you hear me?”
Me: “Yea”
Stallion: “Now, put that sad face away, or I’ll show you my big, fat, hairy belly!”
Me slightly scared, but laughing ”Nooooooo!”
Stallion: “What do you mean noooo?! I feel insulted! What’s bad about being big or fat or hairy?”
Me: “Nothing” I laughed hard, I swear Stallion is the type of guy, who really would have pulled his shirt up to show it to me.
Stallion: “So? I warn you, I’ll force you to look at it! You know, when god made me he said ‘You, come here! You’ll get a lot of brains, because that’s what women like and humour, too. And because you get so many positive attitudes, you’ll get a lot of fat and hair, a lot of hair, so that you stay grounded, literally, and so you don’t become arrogant’. I know, I’m arrogant nevertheless, but who cares. So, that is a god-made-belly, don’t you dare to insult it!”
Me cracking up: “I swear, I won’t ever insult it.”
Stallion: “Swear on the big hairy belly?”
Me cracking up even more,so that my face started hurting: “I swear on the big hairy belly.”
Stallion winked: “That’s how I like it.”

There’s always someone who will pick you up. I love my friends for always being there and picking me up, when ever I’m down. Thanks for picking me up once again.

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