I'm still a little aghast about what happened earlier today. The thing is, I didn't really know if he was who I thought he was, and to this moment I still don't. Ok, here's the story:
I'd been writing on my Spanish lit. exam all day and I'd gotten a text from a friend of mine to meet up with her and some other friends for lunch at 2pm. So there I went, happy-go-lucky on my way to the cafeteria to meet up with them, feeling quite content with breathing fresh air again instead of the stuffy one inside my flat. It was raining slightly on my way there, so I'd brought my umbrella. Once I got to the end of the street where I could see my faculty building, suddenly this guy appears coming towards me. He basically wore dark clothes and had a black bag with him, probably on his way to the gym just nearby. He also wore a navy blue hooded sweater and had the hood covering his head because of the rain (go figure). But what caught my attention was the face I could distinguish from underneath it. The thing is, he kinda looked like the Crown Prince.
I looked at him, he looked at me and I thought to myself: "No, it can't possibly be him, can it?" and averted my eyes so that I wouldn't give the impression of staring unnecessarily at him. Still, as I was just about to pass him, I stole a glance at him yet again and I noticed that he was still looking at me. At that point, one word sounded in my mind: "Awkward..." I averted my eyes yet again and quickly passed him by.
At that point I thought: "Was it really him? Nah, it couldn't have. I mean, we're talking about "Krompen" here! (Mind you, that was the first name that came to mind at that time.) Why in the world would he work out at a place filled with students? And there of all places?! How random is that! I mean, seriously, the Royal Family must have some sort of gym to themselves, right? One would expect them to not have to mix and mingle with us commoners? The NRK weatherman is understandable, but HIM? Nah, that's impossible. Or is it? I mean, he did have the beard and facial features all going for him."
I turned around to see if I could still see him from where I was, but he'd already walked too far for me to check. Besides, to walk back, tap his shoulder and ask him in Jærsk: "Du, åm du verkele æ Krompen?" would not exactly be the way to go, would it? I mean, if he really was, I'd really be making quite a spectacle of myself. (His name still didn't manage to enter into my consciousness at that time either.) And besides, I would be too gobsmacked to say anything sensible anyway.
So I just stored that at the back of my head and continued with the scheduled lunch.
So yeah, needless to say, that was nothing short of strange. I mean, I sorta' knew that the Crown Prince goes incognito, but if it were him, it was still puzzling as to why he would work out there, of all places. I mean, he's not exactly a student anymore, now is he? At least I'd expect him to work out somewhere else, like SATS or Elixia or the likes. That sounded more like him, for some reason. But THERE?! Anyway - alas, alack - the answer to my question will never be answered. Hence, the identity of this guy will remain a mystery forever.
Unless I spend my time at the gym 24/7 for the next couple of months.
Signing off (puzzled),
Elise
5 comments:
I've seen Johnny Depp in one of the popular night bars in Paris once.
I spent the whole evening wondering if it were really him, because everyone behaved so normal and no one payed any particular attention to his persona. In the end I decided that it was probably the night and the beer, but I later found out that it was really him! lol
So, about your story one can only wonder... :-)
Johnny Depp?! *hyperventilates like a hormone-crazed 14 year-old* But seriously, it was kinda fascinating to see that nobody took notice of him in the bar. And in a sense it would be kinda reassuring to himself as well that he can still take a stroll in Paris and not have a swarm of fans or paparazzi around him all the time.
Same thing goes for the Norwegian Royal Family, I guess. With the families of the Crown Prince and the Princess in particular. They can walk around town incognito and nobody will pay attention to them. Or at least they won't bug them with picture-taking and autograph-signings all the time.
Personally, I think it really was the Crown Prince. I mean, if he wasn't, he would have averted his eyes when I averted mine. In this case, however, he just kept on staring at me, as if he sorta' stayed tune to how I would react. Still, I'm one of those people who'd rather just leave them alone. They've got just as much a right to have a personal life as the rest of us do, so why destroy that? :-)
Unless they're asking for it, of course.
;-)
However, it is so cool to be able to see a real royal person just like that!
It's not going to happen here in France - they decapitated all their royalty some centuries ago - bummer!
Hehe, I know! With Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI, if I'm not quite mistaken... Well, personally it would be a sight to see President Sarkozy all casual in the streets of Paris as well. Like going for a jog... or in jeans and a sweater enjoying a lager in a random pub. :-)
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