Chablis tries to soothen my slowly but surely emerging anxiety for the last night's Ass-fork-text to the absent date.

- "Don't worry honey, look upon it from the bright side. Now you're the talk of the day in his office!!" she encourages me enthusiastically and imagines the conversation in the office:

- "That crazy singleton got upset, just because I didn't meet with her as planned. What a crazy lady. And then she says I should stick a fork up my ass. And then the lads all chuckle:
- A FORK?? My God, you never know what foreign maniacs you bump into these days!!".

- "Uhum, great", I murmur from my pile of humanity covered with a blanket, trying to warm up my hang-over chills. What felt like an elegant and brilliant odyssee of triumph has magically turned into an image of a Nordic woman slowly frying her preys over open fire.

Forked up from the backside.