A cool club in Odense: Retro. Last Saturday night I've been there for the second time. I played table football for more than an hour with some friends. When I've been there for the first time they had darts too, but I haven't seen the targets this time. The music was good downstairs... oldies. Upstairs they play what's best known today, so I didn't realy hurry to get under the disco ball.
I went anyway upstairs. The place was filled with people dancig, talking, sitting at the bar. If you know me you've guessed already what I chose tot do. Took a Pepsi and sat. Finished the Pepsi. Went to the toilet. Came back, took a Pepsi. No more free seats. While staying there like a wood plank someone grabbed my arm. I turned around: a cute, nice, pretty, sexy and... so on, blonde girl with long hair and blue eyes (of course most of them are like that in these parts of the world when referring to the last three characteristics). While she was still holding my arm she approached her face to my ear and said something in Danish. I said "...sorry?". She repeated what she said. I asked her if she could speak english. She turned to another girl (didn't get a visual on the second one 8-} ) , said something to her and then turned back to me saying: "No, no!" and waving her hands in some kind of refusing way mixed with a kind of "excuse me!". I said "Ok", and turned back.
After some minutes I was thinking that I could have been surprised, or at least look like being so, but I wasn't. I was just thinking: "Nice girl! If I just knew some Danish...", cause you think about it for some time after a girl like that one tells you something that you don't understand.
Whatever. I just told you a pointless story.