World's Worst Boyfriend Ever!
I was really sick when I stepped on the big plane. But what should I do?
 It was my first trip to the USA and I had to save as much money as I 
could in the last months. America – the country of freedom I thought and
 I was so nervous that I couldn’t eat that adventurous fast food which 
was brought by the stewardesses. I sat next to a little window and saw 
out on that white long wing, where the sun reflects. I was tired and 
tried to sleep. 
Sometime, the pilot made an announcement. He said: “We begin the landing
 now. I may say thank you and wish you a great stay in the United States
 of America.”
All was right. I took my luggage and went to my hotel by taxi. The city 
of Washington was nice this night. A wonderful experience for me, which 
I’d never forget. Some buildings were lit up and the neon signs shone in
 all colours I knew. By turns red, blue, green, yellow, orange. I 
couldn’t look away.
When I was laying in my bed, of course, I didn’t sleep. My adventure was
 just beginning. Three hours later I left the hotel to see still a bit 
of nightlife on the streets of Washington. In one of these dirty creepy 
streets I found a door and over it there was a sign: ‘Washington Bar’ - 
what a name. I opened the door and stepped into an uncomfortable room. 
Nobody took any notice of me. I sat down on a chair near the bar and I 
just wanted to order a drink when a young good-looking man with black 
hair and blue eyes came up to me and bought me a drink.
“Hi, I may invite you? You do drink something?” He smiled and twitched his ears. Very sweet. 
“Yes, of course.” The next hours we talked about so many things. His 
name was Stan, Stanley Douglas and when we noticed that it already was 9
 o’ clock in the morning I even knew when he was born, how he lives his 
life and that he likes salad. He took me to my hotel and I tried to say 
something but in this moment he passionatly kissed me. Oh I remember I 
was just so shocked but then I returned that never-ending kiss. My room 
number was 11. I opened it and turned around. I saw in his clear eyes 
and ask: “I may invite you in?” I smiled and he came in. 
