A Heart of Gold

“Bite my ear”, the man said. I’d had never seen the man before. He was short and had huge cheeks, like really really huge. But his brown eyes were friendly. “I bet you’re an oaaauuuu kind of woman” he said, “a real fucking tiger”. I’d six different layers of cloths on, skitrousers and a helmet under the arm. It was freezing outside. I’d never felt less tigerous. But the stranger kept on peering at me. “Common” he urged me, “bite my ear tiger, I know you like that kind of stuff”. What the fuck did he know? Nothing. But he did pull the right string. What a pity he was so ugly. Well, he did have friendly eyes, but that was all. The rest was not worth even considering.

I tried to imagine him the next morning. How it would be like to wake up next to him. Without ears. His ears would be somewhere in his room spread around like confetti. He had asked for it and I’d done it. He would smile and be the nicest guy in the world because he was a satisfied man without ears. He would ask if I wanted an omelette and I would say yes. He would be supersweet but still naughty and we would stay in bed until it was getting late and it was dark again out side. I thought I could stay there, under his blanket. Protected against all evil and stupid days. It would be nice and dark in his house and we would listen to good music. He would cook for me until the fridge got empty and we actually had to get out of the house because we were hungry.

I looked into his eyes again. He had a heart of gold, I knew it just by looking at him. An ugly man with a heart of gold. Then I bite his ear. Hard. He didn’t say a thing. It got scary. A bit harder and yes, I would have had half of his ear in my mouth. I stopped, feeling like a bad player.

He looked at me. He was excited. “Tiger” he said, “I knew you were a tiger”.