My girl B (no, not Beyonce, the other B) is my partner in crime. Before I got to know her better, I remember
We have the same taste in music. Rock. Good rock, with a twinge of darkness. Like.. Deftones, NIN, APC, Tool.. You name it, she's been to one of their shows. Met their wives. Has autographed pictures. Whatever. I know I can always count on her to "like" my Sound of the day on fb when I am in a rock mood.
It wasn't until an outing together with a couple friends that I realized how freaking awesome she is. B is kind of like a mullet: business in the front, party in the back.
Not going to lie.. Was staring at mullet pics for 10 mn before deciding on these. Because MacGyver. And short shorts.
And yes, while this analogy makes perfect sense in my head, I realize how strange that sounds, so let me explain.
Business in the Front
At work, she has her shit together. This girl is an expert in sales. She's got the friendly "I'm-actually-just-a-friend-calling-to-give-you-a-suggestion-about-this-great-thing-I-heard-about-and-am-totally-not-selling-you-anything" tone perfected. Side note: she's speaking in Portuguese but she's so awesome that even with the language barrier I know she's rocking it.
B can move a deal (opportunity for you Salesforce users out there) from cold to pending in one call. And organization? The girl's got a freaking elaborate excel spreadsheet to keep track of all the cycles she's got going on. It's impressive, to say the least. The CEO would trust her with his life, I think, and it's well deserved.
Party in the Back
Oh God.. I will have to censor most of this part for both of our sakes. B and I probably need a chaperone when we go out, but only in a good way. For my family who is reading this: we are safe! With friends always! We stay away from dark alleys, questionable situations, and say no to drugs!
With that said.. you never know where the night will lead when we decide to go out -- attempted
(and clothed) pole dancing at Cookies, anyone? Even when we decide to stay in it's an awesome time. I got a text one night around 1 am from her.. "I'm on the way home from Wohnzimmer but actually I don't want to go home.." My apartment is on her way, so of course the only logical explanation is to hang out in my kitchen with beers until the wee hours of the morning. Rock music, beer, and talking about any- and everything? Yes please. Before we knew it, the clock was chiming 5am. On a Tuesday.
She is kind, she is adventurous, she is confident. She's got her own opinions and she's not afraid to share them. She'd make Ke$ha proud -- "Be yourself. Unapologetically." She is tough and independent. She left her life back home for Germany, and she is painting Berlin red and making it HER fucking city. Amazing, unpredictable, intelligent, fun, and crazy? Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. My confidant, the one I spill my trashy dirty secrets to? Yes and yes. A role model in all the best ways? Yes.
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