About two months ago I went to a couchsurfing meeting, a späti crawl. Spätis are all night little shops that you can find everywhere in Berlin. Basically you go in there to get beer on the way somewhere.
I thought that a crawl of spätis was a good idea so I went. I didn't know a soul when I got there but since all where couchsurfers I easily mingled in the group with about 50-60 people that attended. Somewhere between a späti to another it started to rain and there in a späti in Kottbuser Tor U-bahn, I met Fabien.
The späti crawl was about to end so some surfers, me and Fabien ended up in a bar in the Kreuzberg area. Nanna joined at this point and Fabien was dead set on all of us going clubbing, so we did.
I didn't really club. I sat by a bonfire most of the night and chit chatted with people. Fabien came of as super ironic hipster guy that night but somehow I still put my number in his phone, as Jenny the Swede.
Two days later we drank wine together. He answers questions without a right answer just right. I really enjoyed hanging out with him.
After that day, Nanna's birthday week is up and Fabien was invited. This leads to an intensive week of hang out almost every day.
Since then we been hanging out a lot and I really like this guy. He can still be very hipster ironic at times but we can always have serious talks. He blabs out stuff that doesn't make sense all the time and he is probably the person I hit the most.
All is so easy with Fabien. He is smart, funny, pays attention when you speak, has a great memory and is himself all the time.
We spent four hours playing boardgames one night and all we did was laugh and Fabien calling me the worse boardgame player in the world. Which I of course hit him for.
We've drunken many beers together, been to a Jens Lekman concert, had dinners, talked about a lot and just hung out intensely. I feel like I know him quite well concerning I've just known him for such a short while.
He's also a quote machine at times.
Saying things like That's why I keep you around. You're my scarecrow. (I apparently scar the bad times away.) And If I got a cent for every time we meet we would be in some weird relationship where you pay me to be your friend.
On his birthday I showed up at his work, got into his office and sang happy birthday and had balloons with me, even though he said he didn't want to celebrate his birthday. I know that he liked what I did though. He laughed and send me a text saying that I was a good friend to have after I left.
All and all, he is a great friend and I'm sure I will write other posts about our adventures together.
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