Who?
Dilgin
Where?
Cologne, Germany
What?
"Spotting your hairpin just made me smile. Looks awesome!"
How did he react?
He nodded gracefully, then said: "Thank you!"
How did I feel?
I sat on the train, rapt in thought. Looking up I saw a sparkling. It was a flower, clinging to a man's -Dilgin's- head. The guy was dressed in an awesome way- red tie, red brooch, red scarf, tuxedo-, he sat very upright and talked slowly. I couldn't stop looking at the hairpin, it made me happy on the spot: A bit of unexpected visual joy, for free. I knew I had to go and thank him. Pushing those thoughts away I got up and approached Dilgin. It was the right decision. He was a special person. We talked about the project a bit, he pointed out that this is easier for a woman than for a man, especially when it comes to telling a lady she's pretty. To me he seemed gentle, mellow and pensive. The hairpin, he explained, was something he'd started wearing since his hair had grown long enough for him to need one. Back then he'd decided that it was time to start wearing hairpins and headbands because he didn't see any sense in those items belonging to women only. I loved the idea and, even more, the fact that he went with it.
He told me for two years it'd been hard for him to express his emotions with a total stranger, implying that there was a back story to that, which was why he wouldn't thank-you-hug me or laugh or cry or anything. It sounded like an excuse and suddenly it was me who would've loved to give him a hug. I told him I didn't expect any specific reaction at all, that I was happy if he took the compliment but even that was up to him, obviously. Unfortunately I had to get off the train right away, otherwise I would have asked him about the back story. That way all I could do was thank him and wish him all the best.
Dilgin
Where?
Cologne, Germany
What?
"Spotting your hairpin just made me smile. Looks awesome!"
How did he react?
He nodded gracefully, then said: "Thank you!"
How did I feel?
I sat on the train, rapt in thought. Looking up I saw a sparkling. It was a flower, clinging to a man's -Dilgin's- head. The guy was dressed in an awesome way- red tie, red brooch, red scarf, tuxedo-, he sat very upright and talked slowly. I couldn't stop looking at the hairpin, it made me happy on the spot: A bit of unexpected visual joy, for free. I knew I had to go and thank him. Pushing those thoughts away I got up and approached Dilgin. It was the right decision. He was a special person. We talked about the project a bit, he pointed out that this is easier for a woman than for a man, especially when it comes to telling a lady she's pretty. To me he seemed gentle, mellow and pensive. The hairpin, he explained, was something he'd started wearing since his hair had grown long enough for him to need one. Back then he'd decided that it was time to start wearing hairpins and headbands because he didn't see any sense in those items belonging to women only. I loved the idea and, even more, the fact that he went with it.
He told me for two years it'd been hard for him to express his emotions with a total stranger, implying that there was a back story to that, which was why he wouldn't thank-you-hug me or laugh or cry or anything. It sounded like an excuse and suddenly it was me who would've loved to give him a hug. I told him I didn't expect any specific reaction at all, that I was happy if he took the compliment but even that was up to him, obviously. Unfortunately I had to get off the train right away, otherwise I would have asked him about the back story. That way all I could do was thank him and wish him all the best.
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