Tudor

Thinking, thinking about Tudor, this guy who sings and acts and is talented and quite famous or very famous and kindda cool and sort of interesting and definitely screwed up a bit or a bit more, this guy who I don’t know except for the few things I just spilled out already. Why the hell am I then thinking about Tudor? Why now, at this late hour in this pretty little old city of Amsterdam…I guess it’s easier to project some sort of interest on someone who is so far away and so unreal. But you know what, the guy is rather real, I have met him twice so far…purely random, no mischievous fan behavior from my part, I think and most certainly hope that I don’t have that in me….but anyway, I was saying that I met Tudor once, a while ago, in the mountains in a little B&B while I was there with my then new love. I met him and even took that big leap into stupid, common Joe reaction and said that my mum, be careful - not me but mum, is a big admirer and we are excited to see him and band in a concert later that night. Oh ouau, what an encounter that was, wish I could call it a brief encounter but these words are not to be spilled with ease over such nonsense. That was then, when a younger, quite different version of me had preoccupations such as school, career, love or no love, I don’t quite remember anyway.

Then I met him again, a second time, as random as the other…but here it gets more interesting, a bit funny too, it’s worth to say more about it. Soooo, it’s like this. Me alone at some big cool concert in Bucharest, being quite content with myself and very bright and yellow in my appearance. I am there, just finished watching a crappy performance from hm, Stereophonics I think, and then walking around to move to the next stage…then I suddenly notice just in front of me, in my way even, this really cool outfit, something with some black&white pants and a hat, a hat I wouldn’t mind wearing myself, all this nicely wrapped on one tall, kindda skinny guy. I’m thinking I like the outfit and the hat so much that I might just mention it to the guy, just like that. So then I slowly pass around him and as I look at his face I notice I know him, damn it, it’s this Tudor guy again. Of course any idea of actually telling him the hat is cool and where did you buy it, gets shoved fast under a feeling of: hey, crap, that’s stupid and you’ll sound just like any other idiot girlie fan pussy chic. So I rapidly lose my interest and start scanning the crowd for something nicer or familiar…which btw I see in the rather imposing presence of a friend, a high-school colleague of mine. And before I start moving towards him, I feel like I’m being watched. I look and see that, for fucks sake, Tudor himself, the god in the cool outfit, is checking me out…really, just like that. I have no idea why, prob he has an eye for fashionable stuff or just likes yellow, I was covered in it in such a chic way, I could understand. I find it amusing, but that’s all, I mean, for fucks sake it’s Tudor.

Long story short, or not, I later find myself at some Manu Chao concert thingy with my colleague and cute girlfriend, we’re just listening and talking about stuff. And then again, I feel or notice or imagine or wish or see that I’m being checked out, so I look a and guess what, it’s this guy again with his cool hat, passing by and obviously checking me out, tip to toe and viceversa…imagine that. What the fuck? Really. He even managed to reach my face, me already being aware of it all and smiling, either like an idiot or a bit amused or both, back at him, very direct, I mean why not savor the moment if it’s there. This time I’m afraid I can’t help myself from being a silly girl and I grab Mihnea’s girl and start screaming that this guy, totally forgot his name at the time, from this band, forgot that too, just checked me out, oh my God, oh no, oh yes, oh ho ho…we laugh, and scream and she tells me about another guy from another band, we laugh some more and so become better friends, just shared a moment. That was cool, it just was and I’m not ashamed or stupid-yfied to admit it, I felt sooo good, the god in the cool hat checked me out. My glory for the day…well for some time at least, something else happened later that night which made me forget.