Awful dating phase between me and the teacher; sort of speed dating, with the soup guy next to him. Him also wearing sunglasses, as it is supposed to be no light in Germany in the evening. So me in the beginning quite friendly, saying okay okay me coming but not needing much space, but then him: I will not want to see you. Okay, we do the repeat of the dating, and then we meet and I think: nothing as it was, nothing! All over are the gays, but not the girls, but the gays. Like on the picture. Me thinking: aha, aha, him choosing with the penis, but why different, right, why not aligning with the power given by the state, me would not do different, I was thinking. So I go to class, and I do indeed fall in love, because we both are just hating: sounds, people, art, institutions. All that. I do my best so he sees my love, but he is a bit hard to burn (like all gays, right) so I stay a bit distant, think I convince with digging a hole, and it had been convincing! perfect. Him still hating me, but in a way that we don't need to see ever again, which seems to appropriate the situation in regard.