Dancing With Myself

So, I live in Berlin. So, I love techno. So, I had no friends to go out with. But I can assure you, that sometimes that can be quite good. I like to be alone, meet new people, toss off random stories about who I am, role-play Björk dancing by myself like a lunatic, and having the freedom to just do whatever I feel like doing without having social pressure or to check up constantly on my friends. I always leave the dancefloor with hilarious anecdotes to share with friends, once hangover is away from my body.

Ever since I started going out, I always „accidentally“ lost my group and dedicated some time to meeting new people, and making up stories. One night, I fancied telling a guy I was making out with that I was a prostitute. I obviously did not go all the way with my tale, I just left to the toilets after seeing his reaction, and made sure I didn’t come across him again. Side note: I don’t do that anymore, I was 18 – yes I know, even that one is not a proper excuse.

Now, when I decided to move here, I knew very well that it wouldn’t be so easy. My friend count was in, approximately 2 people. So if in Buenos Aires it was hard for me to find someone to go clubbing with, imagine here, where I knew no one. My feet were burning, my ears craved for some beats, so I picked a Jägermeister bottle (they come in oh-so-convenient measures!) and took off to Stattbad, first making a pit stop for other provisions. If I was going to act all night by myself as being high on music, I better be high on something else, to keep the high-ness flowing and natural.

Got in, started dancing and then I noticed staring from some corners, but I couldn’t care less. I was having fun alone, my self-confidence levels were skyrocketing, so I kept on dancing and having happy thoughts. Met some people, invented some stories, obviously left them, and kept on talking to everyone. At one point, I realized I had organized a casual conversation group and we were all talking about the German school system on a side of the dancefloor. Going out alone makes you discover abilities you never thought you had: apparently, now, I could organize assemblies and moderate debates – I was Stattbad’s own Oprah Winfrey.

Finally I called it a night. I was walking down the street, nah, I was wobbling down the street, and two guys called me. As conversation developed, they tried to teach me German, which was funny, because I am not able to pronounce „ein Jägermeister Shot bitte“ correctly at my soberest, so imagine that scene. I left them at my station, changed to the U-Bahn, where I chatted with some group about sneakers (go figure what I made up there, I had bought my first pair a week ago, I’m a shoe kind of person), and kept on my wobble all the way to my place. I got home, sat on my bed, and smiled, satisfied. I may talk to everything with a pulse, this going out alone thing may not be normal (or at least I get some funny looks when I admit it), but I can affirm that it is better than to go sharking for girls/guys, and a lot more interesting. Call me weird, but I don’t have the slightest intention to change or hide that. Since my first days here in Berlin, I have actually gotten some friends, but I always make sure I lose them for a while, it just spices up things a bit more.

María is a girl from Buenos Aires working in Berlin for a magazine. She has been trying to understand the city for a year now, but she isn‘t being very successful on that task. Still, she is loving and enjoying Berlin. Maria loves photography, art, music, making jewelry and being right. She believes that the nicest thing that someone has said to her in her year in Germany is „María hat Recht“. By the way: Her mini-dackel Tupac is the most important man in her life.

Headerfoto: Darrell Berry via Creative Commons Lizenz!

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MARIA is a girl from Buenos Aires working in Berlin for a magazine. She has been trying to understand the city for a year now, but she isn‘t being very successful on that task. Still, she is loving and enjoying Berlin. Maria loves photography, art, music, making jewelry and being right. She believes that the nicest thing that someone has said to her in her year in Germany is "María hat Recht". By the way: Her mini-dackel Tupac is the most important man in her life.

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