people in berlin :: the best man

a man, the best man, is the kind that is down and out and always broke but finds a way to make ends meet.

he spends his last euro on a bag of oranges to make fresh-squeezed juice because you've been living too long here and only have faint memories of what good orange juice used to taste like. he doesn't talk you about how he's going to have a lot of money in the future and how he has a really nice car, because he's too broke to have a car. maybe the qualities of a good man are determined by what he does not do: there is no hair gel in his bathroom, and he doesn't gossip with other men about women or obsess on being a player. he's too cool for that!

he's got good style and turns women's heads when he walks down the street, but his shoes are falling apart. he plays fussball (soccer), he doesn't watch it. boys like these are showered with love from the ladies, because he doesn't say dorky shit like, "that's a woman thing" because he's so smooth he knows women already. he's an honorary lesbian.

he always has some weird creative thing going on, you walk into his apartment and it's in shambles, you look in his fridge and there's nothing but a bottle of ketchup, even though nobody in Berlin really eats ketchup.

the only thing that sucks about the best man is that it makes all other men out there pale in comparison. it's not that the other guys were lame to begin with, just after seeing the best man, they just aren't the same. just hope that he isn't thinking about the best girl when he's with you!