I walked over to the door, puzzled as to which of my friends loved me enough to trek all the way over to Container City to visit me. And after dark at that!
I'd never seen the girl at the door before. Blonde, tan, and beautiful, she seemed a bit taken aback to see me.
GIRL
Oh. Um. Hm...is Michelle in?
ME
That's me!
GIRL
Hahaha, no. I was told that Michelle lives here.
ME
Yeah. My name's Michelle. And I live here.
GIRL
No no, I'm looking for the guy Michel. Did you just move in?
ME
Oh. Yeah, um, don't know what to tell you. I guess I'm the girl Michelle. And I've been living here for the last two weeks.
She left. And no more than twenty minutes later, yet another blonde and beautiful girl knocked on my door. Also looking for Michel.
Who the hell was this Michel and why were people confusing him for me?? I figured someone was playing a prank on someone, and I was just an unfortunate pawn in this game.
I found out a few hours later, when I woke up to hear some loud sex noises coming from the container next door. Only, it wasn't the sex grunts that woke me up. See, a girl was yelling out my name every now and then.
Passionately.
Passionately.
It was quite the disturbing night, needless to say.
And then, the next day, I started finding those crazy disgusting condoms in front of my door. So lovely.
Europeans. Apparently Michel/Michelle is one of those androgynous names over there.
Best part? After thinking about it, I realized that I had met this Michel character two days earlier at the weekly braai. He was greasy and sleazy, and I remember he rudely interrupted my conversation with Mark and Jean, by quite forwardly draping himself over my shoulders, and opening the conversation with "Hitler's my hero."
Yeah. I still dunno why I didn't go home with him. Such a catch, that one.
