07-11-2025, 04:05 PM
Martin
If neither of us has a partner by the time we're 50, we'll team up, because being alone is stupid!
I made this promise to a good friend of mine five years ago. We were celebrating his 45th birthday at the time, and we'd already had a few drinks. We'd always gotten along well, but somehow never found common ground.
Maybe because we were just friends and never developed more. Today, of all days, this promise caught up with me, because Martin's birthday party was coming up, his fiftieth!
My birthday was three weeks ago. I had avoided celebrating and spontaneously booked a short vacation. My friends didn't really mind, since I had warned them early.
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But now I stood undecidedly in front of the mirror, tied the sixth tie around my neck and was not really happy with my appearance.
“Oh, sweetheart, you look like someone who has just lost their great love,” my best friend Maik croaked.
“Maik, I don't know. Maybe I should take a different tie or a different shirt,“ I tried to talk my way out of it.
“Maike!” came the immediate protest from my counterpart, who stood before me, his hands on his hips, “today I'm Maike!”
I could hardly suppress a sigh and stammered out: “I'm sorry, I forgot.”
But how could I have forgotten something like that, since Maik was standing in front of me dressed up like a woman and presenting an ample bust. I had known him for so long, but I couldn't and wouldn't get used to this behavior.
It was probably more the fact that I had to think permanently of Martin who knew as much as I was still single exactly how I?
Oh dear? Maik got me from my dreams,? how do you tie your tie then? Come here, I make that?
And already Maik's slim fingers had found her way to my neck to rightly pull the tie for me.
“There! Perfect!” Maik said, and even though I still looked at myself skeptically in the mirror, we had to go now for better or for worse.
My BMW was freshly washed in front of the door and as it should be, it started to rain, of course. Maik rummaged in his huge pocket for a mini umbrella and pulled me quickly to him by hooking himself on to me. Then he opened the umbrella and I was very surprised how big it was.
We went over to the car, where I naturally held the door open for Maik, so that he and his pompous outfit could get into the car dry. Then I got into the driver's side and saw to it that we got out of here. After all, we were already running late and the party would certainly be in full swing.
With a heavy heart, I steered my clean car through the increasingly wet streets, only to see it getting dirtier and dirtier. The next appointment at the car wash was thus assured, where I was already a regular customer anyway.
Maik, on the other hand, was annoyed by small stains on his skirt and talked non-stop. Despite the music playing quietly in the background, I only caught half of what he was saying because I still had to think about Martin.
I probably worried about nothing. He had probably already forgotten this promise or dismissed it as a joke. But why did I worry so much about it?
Was it just the fact that I had wanted a relationship again for a long time? Or maybe I was afraid of dying alone? I jerked to a halt in front of a red light, with screeching tires, and Maik was flung forward against the window with a firm jolt.
“Ouch,” he cried out, ”can't you be more careful?”
Oh, sorry,” I stammered, and rightly so.
Maik should have fastened his seat belt instead of making sure that his outfit didn't get wrinkled. Fortunately, nothing else happened, except maybe a small bump that now graced Maik's forehead.
I, on the other hand, let the words silently cross my lips again: “Fear of dying alone.”
After I had insisted and put the belt on a protesting Maik, we continued our journey. I knew the route across the city too well, having driven it many times before.
Even though Martin seemed to be one of many friends, I knew the way blindfolded. As always, finding a parking space proved difficult and although I drove along the side streets, we had to drive in circles three times before someone finally gave up his parking space.
At least it had stopped raining by now, so we were able to make our way to Martin's apartment without getting our feet wet. Loud music could be heard several meters away, inviting us to party.
Maybe that's why it took four rings of the doorbell for an acquaintance to open the door.
“Hey,” Philipp shouted at us and gave Maik a big hug.
“Hi,“ I replied and got an exuberant hug too.
“Martin is somewhere in the crowd,” I heard Philipp say before he was already too far away to be understood.
Maik was pulling me along behind him, right into the middle of the crowd. I would never have imagined that so many people could fit in Martin's apartment. There seemed to be countless acquaintances and friends, so that it was actually only possible to move forward in chunks. Every other person stopped for a longer conversation.
We didn't even know if we were going in the right direction. But after endless conversations and thousands of hugs and kisses, I finally saw Martin. He was standing on the balcony of his apartment, surrounded by a few people smoking a cigarette.
Only when we entered the balcony did I see that he had his arm around a young man. The young man looked a bit challenging and fearful at the same time at Martin. Martin was talking and the others listened attentively.
He did not interrupt his conversation, but noticed us and nodded in greeting.
In the end, I had a good 180 photos on my camera. The CSD was really cool. Everything was so colorful and shrill, and I was right in the middle of it, as always. I took a picture of a really pretty transsexual because I couldn't get her look out of my head. She, or he, had incredibly beautiful eyes and was simply beautiful to look at. I really enjoyed the multitude of impressions; otherwise, I hadn't planned anything. I wanted to test the cocktails at the Brazilian bar, have the rainbow-colored lanyard and kiss the dark-skinned one with the angel wings.
Everything had to laugh and for a brief moment Martin paused, took a sip of his drink and then continued speaking.
When the CSD came to an end, the Tierpark lured me towards the end, on the way to Bahnhof Zoo. You know, cruising area! It was still light, around eight o'clock, and I just wanted to look around a bit.
A murmur went through the crowd and Martin rolled his eyes, but then continued talking:
I didn't have to search, as is often the case at CSD, and I was immediately offered something to look at. After that, I sat down by the lake, enjoyed the wonderful air and looked at the pictures I had taken on the screen. But then I got company.
Martin's gaze lingered on the young man in his arms and a smile appeared on his lips. His counterpart let his tongue flick lasciviously over his lips and looked at everyone in the room.
“He sat down next to me and asked for a cigarette,” Martin continued, ‘before the obligatory sentence came from him, ’Are you looking for something?'
I gave him a cigarette and looked at his blue, sad eyes and his great body. I thought it was a shame that he was a pimp. That's why I answered:
“I'm not looking for anything.”
The reply came promptly: forty euros. He would have been worth the forty euros, but his sad eyes stabbed me in the heart, making it clear to me that he was only doing it out of necessity. Nevertheless, he seemed professional and irresistible.
“No, I have to go,” I answered roughly and was already on my way out. A tear rolled down his cheek, which froze me.
“Where do you live?“ he called, and I was very surprised.
“Do you have a place to sleep?” he added, which made me strangely confused.
“What's your name?“ I wanted to know from him.
“Tobias.”
“What do you expect?” I asked.
“You look honest and I, oh go??, he stuttered.
My mother? Theresa? complex and the sympathy factor had won. You can see for yourselves how hot Tobias looks and what great eyes he has. Tobias answered this with a growling sound, a subsequent “Oh yes?” and a kick against Martin's shoe.
A short scream came from Martin before he continued his conversation.
“Okay, come on,” I replied.
An hour and a half later we were at my place. We drank a lot of beer and ate delicious pizza. There was silence on the balcony as everyone waited for something to happen.
Martin had to grin.
“And YES, we had sex!
“Old man?” Tobias said and laughed.
That was too much for me. I pulled myself away from Maik, who still had hold of my arm, and stormed off the balcony. I hadn't reckoned on something like that at all. My worst fears had come true.
Martin had a boyfriend? The bet was off? I would be alone forever. I pushed my way through the crowd to get outside. Bathed in sweat, I paused outside the door on the stairs and felt thick tears well up in my eyes.
They cooled my heated cheeks and made me sit down on the stairs, sobbing. I clutched the banister as if I had to keep it from blowing away, as a little wind had risen.
Completely absorbed in myself, I only noticed late that someone had taken a seat next to me. I tried in vain to wipe away the tears that were coming more and more with my hands.
“Slowly,” I heard a familiar voice, ”otherwise you'll have red eyes in a minute.”
Martin hugged me, handed me a handkerchief and then placed his free hand on my knee. I felt my heart beat up to my throat and listened again to Martin's irresistible voice.
Yes, we had sex. Why did we end up in bed and why was the sex so great? I found him young and attractive and he also wanted to have sex with the feeling of being loved. Since then, we have been great friends.
I kept repeating the last sentence in my mind and let it sink in slowly. Martin doesn't have a boyfriend! I felt how my counterpart increased the pressure of his hand on my shoulder and cautiously pulled me towards him.
His lips slowly came closer and so I gladly closed my eyes and let what was to happen happen.
Finally, we're getting together, because being alone is stupid!
If neither of us has a partner by the time we're 50, we'll team up, because being alone is stupid!
I made this promise to a good friend of mine five years ago. We were celebrating his 45th birthday at the time, and we'd already had a few drinks. We'd always gotten along well, but somehow never found common ground.
Maybe because we were just friends and never developed more. Today, of all days, this promise caught up with me, because Martin's birthday party was coming up, his fiftieth!
My birthday was three weeks ago. I had avoided celebrating and spontaneously booked a short vacation. My friends didn't really mind, since I had warned them early.
*-*-*
But now I stood undecidedly in front of the mirror, tied the sixth tie around my neck and was not really happy with my appearance.
“Oh, sweetheart, you look like someone who has just lost their great love,” my best friend Maik croaked.
“Maik, I don't know. Maybe I should take a different tie or a different shirt,“ I tried to talk my way out of it.
“Maike!” came the immediate protest from my counterpart, who stood before me, his hands on his hips, “today I'm Maike!”
I could hardly suppress a sigh and stammered out: “I'm sorry, I forgot.”
But how could I have forgotten something like that, since Maik was standing in front of me dressed up like a woman and presenting an ample bust. I had known him for so long, but I couldn't and wouldn't get used to this behavior.
It was probably more the fact that I had to think permanently of Martin who knew as much as I was still single exactly how I?
Oh dear? Maik got me from my dreams,? how do you tie your tie then? Come here, I make that?
And already Maik's slim fingers had found her way to my neck to rightly pull the tie for me.
“There! Perfect!” Maik said, and even though I still looked at myself skeptically in the mirror, we had to go now for better or for worse.
My BMW was freshly washed in front of the door and as it should be, it started to rain, of course. Maik rummaged in his huge pocket for a mini umbrella and pulled me quickly to him by hooking himself on to me. Then he opened the umbrella and I was very surprised how big it was.
We went over to the car, where I naturally held the door open for Maik, so that he and his pompous outfit could get into the car dry. Then I got into the driver's side and saw to it that we got out of here. After all, we were already running late and the party would certainly be in full swing.
With a heavy heart, I steered my clean car through the increasingly wet streets, only to see it getting dirtier and dirtier. The next appointment at the car wash was thus assured, where I was already a regular customer anyway.
Maik, on the other hand, was annoyed by small stains on his skirt and talked non-stop. Despite the music playing quietly in the background, I only caught half of what he was saying because I still had to think about Martin.
I probably worried about nothing. He had probably already forgotten this promise or dismissed it as a joke. But why did I worry so much about it?
Was it just the fact that I had wanted a relationship again for a long time? Or maybe I was afraid of dying alone? I jerked to a halt in front of a red light, with screeching tires, and Maik was flung forward against the window with a firm jolt.
“Ouch,” he cried out, ”can't you be more careful?”
Oh, sorry,” I stammered, and rightly so.
Maik should have fastened his seat belt instead of making sure that his outfit didn't get wrinkled. Fortunately, nothing else happened, except maybe a small bump that now graced Maik's forehead.
I, on the other hand, let the words silently cross my lips again: “Fear of dying alone.”
After I had insisted and put the belt on a protesting Maik, we continued our journey. I knew the route across the city too well, having driven it many times before.
Even though Martin seemed to be one of many friends, I knew the way blindfolded. As always, finding a parking space proved difficult and although I drove along the side streets, we had to drive in circles three times before someone finally gave up his parking space.
At least it had stopped raining by now, so we were able to make our way to Martin's apartment without getting our feet wet. Loud music could be heard several meters away, inviting us to party.
Maybe that's why it took four rings of the doorbell for an acquaintance to open the door.
“Hey,” Philipp shouted at us and gave Maik a big hug.
“Hi,“ I replied and got an exuberant hug too.
“Martin is somewhere in the crowd,” I heard Philipp say before he was already too far away to be understood.
Maik was pulling me along behind him, right into the middle of the crowd. I would never have imagined that so many people could fit in Martin's apartment. There seemed to be countless acquaintances and friends, so that it was actually only possible to move forward in chunks. Every other person stopped for a longer conversation.
We didn't even know if we were going in the right direction. But after endless conversations and thousands of hugs and kisses, I finally saw Martin. He was standing on the balcony of his apartment, surrounded by a few people smoking a cigarette.
Only when we entered the balcony did I see that he had his arm around a young man. The young man looked a bit challenging and fearful at the same time at Martin. Martin was talking and the others listened attentively.
He did not interrupt his conversation, but noticed us and nodded in greeting.
In the end, I had a good 180 photos on my camera. The CSD was really cool. Everything was so colorful and shrill, and I was right in the middle of it, as always. I took a picture of a really pretty transsexual because I couldn't get her look out of my head. She, or he, had incredibly beautiful eyes and was simply beautiful to look at. I really enjoyed the multitude of impressions; otherwise, I hadn't planned anything. I wanted to test the cocktails at the Brazilian bar, have the rainbow-colored lanyard and kiss the dark-skinned one with the angel wings.
Everything had to laugh and for a brief moment Martin paused, took a sip of his drink and then continued speaking.
When the CSD came to an end, the Tierpark lured me towards the end, on the way to Bahnhof Zoo. You know, cruising area! It was still light, around eight o'clock, and I just wanted to look around a bit.
A murmur went through the crowd and Martin rolled his eyes, but then continued talking:
I didn't have to search, as is often the case at CSD, and I was immediately offered something to look at. After that, I sat down by the lake, enjoyed the wonderful air and looked at the pictures I had taken on the screen. But then I got company.
Martin's gaze lingered on the young man in his arms and a smile appeared on his lips. His counterpart let his tongue flick lasciviously over his lips and looked at everyone in the room.
“He sat down next to me and asked for a cigarette,” Martin continued, ‘before the obligatory sentence came from him, ’Are you looking for something?'
I gave him a cigarette and looked at his blue, sad eyes and his great body. I thought it was a shame that he was a pimp. That's why I answered:
“I'm not looking for anything.”
The reply came promptly: forty euros. He would have been worth the forty euros, but his sad eyes stabbed me in the heart, making it clear to me that he was only doing it out of necessity. Nevertheless, he seemed professional and irresistible.
“No, I have to go,” I answered roughly and was already on my way out. A tear rolled down his cheek, which froze me.
“Where do you live?“ he called, and I was very surprised.
“Do you have a place to sleep?” he added, which made me strangely confused.
“What's your name?“ I wanted to know from him.
“Tobias.”
“What do you expect?” I asked.
“You look honest and I, oh go??, he stuttered.
My mother? Theresa? complex and the sympathy factor had won. You can see for yourselves how hot Tobias looks and what great eyes he has. Tobias answered this with a growling sound, a subsequent “Oh yes?” and a kick against Martin's shoe.
A short scream came from Martin before he continued his conversation.
“Okay, come on,” I replied.
An hour and a half later we were at my place. We drank a lot of beer and ate delicious pizza. There was silence on the balcony as everyone waited for something to happen.
Martin had to grin.
“And YES, we had sex!
“Old man?” Tobias said and laughed.
That was too much for me. I pulled myself away from Maik, who still had hold of my arm, and stormed off the balcony. I hadn't reckoned on something like that at all. My worst fears had come true.
Martin had a boyfriend? The bet was off? I would be alone forever. I pushed my way through the crowd to get outside. Bathed in sweat, I paused outside the door on the stairs and felt thick tears well up in my eyes.
They cooled my heated cheeks and made me sit down on the stairs, sobbing. I clutched the banister as if I had to keep it from blowing away, as a little wind had risen.
Completely absorbed in myself, I only noticed late that someone had taken a seat next to me. I tried in vain to wipe away the tears that were coming more and more with my hands.
“Slowly,” I heard a familiar voice, ”otherwise you'll have red eyes in a minute.”
Martin hugged me, handed me a handkerchief and then placed his free hand on my knee. I felt my heart beat up to my throat and listened again to Martin's irresistible voice.
Yes, we had sex. Why did we end up in bed and why was the sex so great? I found him young and attractive and he also wanted to have sex with the feeling of being loved. Since then, we have been great friends.
I kept repeating the last sentence in my mind and let it sink in slowly. Martin doesn't have a boyfriend! I felt how my counterpart increased the pressure of his hand on my shoulder and cautiously pulled me towards him.
His lips slowly came closer and so I gladly closed my eyes and let what was to happen happen.
Finally, we're getting together, because being alone is stupid!