Ying Yang

Some nights basically catch me by surprise. I can only watch and smile gently. It wasn't even a fullmoon...

I picked up a very drunk customer from Carnaby Street. First we haggled for a while. Then I lowered my price a bit and on we went. When we got to his hotel he paid me the price I initially named and said: "You know, my girlfriend is not very sensible. I really wish I could tell you more about it... She's MY girlfriend but she still thinks it's all right to dance with other guys. You know she plays those jealousy games. We broke up previously but then we came back together and now we decided to visit London. I just left. I didn't want to make a scene." I assured him that it was much better to go away rather than to do something really stupid, thanked a lot for a tip and pedalled off.

A bit later I saw a fellow rickshaw rider. "You know I tried really hard to avoid her. She wanted to chat with me on Facebook, a few times, but I kept disappearing until today. Guess what? She said she spent last two weeks in France to avoid English rainy weather... (not bad, huh?) ...and now she's off to Cuba and I told her! Finally I told her! I said... " - He was very excited. - "I said that to make enough money to come back to her I had to work in a car park! And in my country it's a very dangerous job! Some car thieves can just come and shoot you down on the spot... So I put my life to risk only to be treated like a dog! And I told her that now I don't expect anything from her anymore..."

Night went on. Streets got emptier. Stories got crazier. Suddenly some figure started to wave at me on Old Compton Street. "Man! Everybody is looking for you, man! Where have you been? Everybody is looking for you!" After a moment of puzzlement I recognised another fellow rider. He was clearly off that night and well boozed too. "Look!" He showed me a couple kissing passionately on a pavement near by. "I really hope she will give him some pleasure! I really hope so!" His expression saddened. "It's only me who always ends up alone... It's because I'm too polite with women. Women hate it! The more polite you get the more they laugh at you..." "Maybe I could get you anywhere?" "No thanks! I know exactly where I'm going, what I'm gonna drink and how long I'm gonna stay there..." We shook hands.

In a meantime one more fellow rider arrived. He smiled at me with satisfaction and said: "Something happened yesterday!" "Did you score or something?" "Man! It has been nearly a year! I could hardly remember what a pussy looked like..." "How did you meet her?" "It's a long story..." "Is she much elder than you?" "She is. Anyway it's just sex, you know..."