Romeo’s Waiting Game
Romeo’s Waiting Game by Audrius Razma My fiancé died in Antwerp. French actress, Belgian-Netherlands, Antwerpener like me. The grief should have ended me. Instead, it became a contest. The girls turned it into a beauty pigeon competition. My Belgian Ginger, now in Belgian prison, thought of me wearing Max Factor while I made adult movies for my sponsors — Netherlands Adult Movie Actor number one. Before she left for prison, she stood in the hostel kitchen and presented a bag of sugar. “Don’t think about him,” she told the other girls. “Lose to my unregistered sugar.” That’s how I earned both Norwegian passports. Then there was the Brunette Moscow Catwalk — daughter of an Antwerp Crime Detective — walking with vodka all the way to Moscow, jumping from the crowd to tell a Polish guy it wasn’t for him. She lost because she thought about expression, not me. And the Blond Netherlands Belgian Blond Out Shopping, mating our caveman gaze — the one that hits faster than any other. Daughter...