Man, I think I'm swearing off all pirates from now on! I've spent the last two days in agony with the shits and the dry heaves, and I think it's because I made Pegleg help out with dinner the other night. He'd been having food poisoning or some such thing for about a week, but I didn't know that until dinner was ready. Meanwhile, he decided to mixed the chopped tomatoes and onions with his hands. When I freaked out and asked him if he had washed his hands (he had just come from the bathroom), he said he had, but I'm not entirely sure I believe him. He defended his unorthodox cooking method by saying that that was how you made bread. Okay.. tomatoes, bread... I can see the connection. A moment later, he was licking his fingers, and Ms. L was exclaiming that he was licking his fingers, and I should make him wash his hands, which I did. We were all a bit grossed out, but I didn't think much more about it, until about 2:00 Tuesday morning, when I woke up with a nauseated stomach and couldn't get back to sleep. I won't bore you with the details of my illness, but suffice it to say that I wished I were dead. It seemed to go on forever, and the only connection I could draw on was the one that led toward Peglegs hand mixing job. The only thing is.. that was Sunday evening. Does it take that long to get food poisoning? I also suspected the sauerkraut dinner that TT gave me on Monday night, but she ate it, too and didn't get sick.And now, here's the kicker... of course, I had to get sick at a time when I had no food or medicine in the house (except for a small supply of diarrhea medicine..thank god), so I SMS'd Ms. L to see if she could pick some things up for me, which she did, but she wasn't sick either, and she ate the same Pegleg food that I did.The only other connection could be that it was all psychological. After an entire month of flat hunting, and having my hopes up so many times, and dashed so many times, I finally thought I had a sure thing. The guy who had the flat only contacted two people, me and a guy, and we had a good conversation, and he said that he didn't prefer the guy. So, while I was waiting for his final decision (he said he'd call me that night), I even went to the ATM and took out the money for the rent and the deposit. But he didn't call, so I SMS'd him the next morning, and he didn't answer, so I called right after work, and he said that he'd sent me a long email, explaining, but that he'd chosen the other guy. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I immediately called up another girl who had called earlier in the day for my decision, but I'd been so sure of the other deal, which I preferred for its location, that I told her I'd have an answer for her by 7:00, but she had set up an appointment with her sister's friend, and although I was her favorite so far, if she liked her sister's friend as much as she liked me, she would choose her sister's friend. I knew I couldn't count on her to choose me, and with less than a week to go in my current apartment, I was getting desperate. There was just one other possibility. The engineer who has the very first flat that I saw at the beginning of the month (the flat that I didn't want, because it's in one of those neighborhoods that's filled with nothing but high rise Soviet style apartment buildings... a depressing, grey, concrete jungle.... and with an engineer, no less! I had told myself a month ago that I would rather die than live there), saw my ad looking for a flat and called to find out what had happened. He said he still had a room left. I asked if he would consider a temporary rental, and he said yes. But he needed to know by Monday at 6 pm. So, as I stood at the tram stop, tears in my eyes, I typed out an SMS telling him I'd take it, and... I probably hesitated a full minute before I pressed the "send" button. I felt exactly the same way I felt when I told my ex-husband that I would marry him. Hopeless and bleak.When I got home, I checked out the guy's "long email." It said that he had wanted to choose me, but he had to consider his flatmates opinion (whom I hadn't even met). His flatmate (an American from LA) wanted someone who speaks Czech, because he wants to get married here. (Sounds like he doesn't have a prospect yet.. .just another Western man coming to prey on women from economically disadvantaged countries.. either that or he's looking for an EU passport). Also, the flatmate didn't think he'd get along with me because I'm interested in art, music, travel, and alternative stuff... all the things the flat owner and I had in common. So, after that explanation, he says how much he enjoyed meeting me, and he hopes to invite me over for a cup of coffee later if I'm not angry with him.If you guys had any idea how many times this month, people have told me that they loved talking to me, and they would love to meet me for coffee, but they chose someone else to live with.. you just wouldn't believe it. I'm beginning to think it's the standard rejection line here. So, after a month of rejection, I've decided that, if I can't find a decent place in another month, I'm going to leave Prague. I came here to experience the city, not the concrete jungle outside of it. If I ever find the USB cable for my digital camera, you guys will be apalled at what my new view is going to be.The only bright thing to come out of all this, is that the girl who chose her sister's friend over me has really been very sweet to me. She offered to let me stay with her and her new flatmate until I find a place, and she has been contacting people from the ads that are written in Czech, which I wouldn't have been able to answer on my own, and passing them on to me. She's even called a few of them for me. Amazing.
But it was the night immediately after I took this fateful decision to live in the Communist Bloc that I came down with the flu. So, what do you think... was it psychological?
Sorry this has been such a disjointed post. I'm still reeling a bit from the Pirate Flu, and I have to go to the bus station tonight to pick up a hospitality club guest at 11:30. I'm really not looking forward to having a guest for three days, but he planned this with me over a month ago, so there's no turning back now. At least he's getting here before I go into exile, and offered to help me with the move. Now, here's what you can do to help. Please, please, please, keep your fingers crossed for me during the coming month. I don't want to leave Prague!
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