#GirlsAreHerosToo, #PostCrisis
Our airport pick-up was at 9a.m. Out of a possible six hours sleep, I managed two partial hours. The evening with Nikolai raced around my mind. A little like picking the petals of a flower – he likes me, he likes me not… Love seemed a bit far-fetched at this point. He was rejected and pissed off. Then he made the effort to say goodbye to me at the car. What happened after we left, I kept trying to guess. He probably went back to the party and celebrated with multiple models. If the rumours were true, he would have had s*x with more than one of them before the night was through. I had made the right decision, but hated the thought of him with other women.
Standing under a scorching shower I recalled my true purpose. This job with the WTA was my shot at a uni
