6. Camille

It was two weeks ago when I probably met one of the strangest women I have ever met. It began when I was room-hunting for a second temporary place to stay, since my hosts Pavel and Anna would receive guests from Sweden. After a long and annoying quest to find something suitable on the net and after a lot of negative replies on advertisements, it seemed I got something finally. I responded on an advertisement of a nice, big room, near the city center and bordering the biggest park of Warsaw. The woman, Camille, was happy to receive me.
With a mix of enthusiasm and curiousity, I visited the place last week on tuesday. It was awkward. Camille introduced me as a writer, artist, spiritual healer, meditator and some other pretty vague things I cant really remember. She was also some kind of health guru: she only consumed ecological friendly products which couldn't 'poison your body' and only used dishes made from natural biological degradable materials. Enthusiastically, she showed me the labels of this 'very expensive' plates. 'You see? Here you can see this plate is good for your inner health and doesn't harm your vital organs. It's so important to take good care of our precious bodies, Robert, don't you think?' I quietly nodded and doubted if staying at this place was actually a good idea. On the other hand I was quite curious how she would respond if I came home from groceries with bottles of soda and chips.    
Camille invited me to sit down and we chatted a bit. Actually, she chatted, and not for a bit. I don't know any more what the topic was about exactly, but she talked in any case about a good friend of her who was a scientist and wanted to make her feel embarrassed in public by asking her if she could explain his field of research to others. 'But you know Robert, I am a clever woman, and my spirit is way more developed than his, so I didn't even became mad at him, but just explained everything. You know, I am in a high spiritual level. Way higher than my scientist-friend is. And I am a very social woman, very social.' At that time I didn't even put any effort any more to look at her and felt the desire just to walk away.
Finally, I could interrrupt her speech saying a really had to go to class (still had two hours left). Camille finally let me out. 'You are such a nice charming boy', she said. 'If you ever want to have a spiritual reading with me, you are always welcome.' I made my biggest poker face as possible and left the place. We promised to stay in touch to agree about the rental conditions.
Camille called me a couple of days later. She said she also found two Russian guys who wanted to stay for a year. Basically, she prefered them over me (since I only wanted to rent for two months), but the Russian guys didn't know if they could pay the monthly fee and were still in negotiation with their employee. She would let me know if they could rent it the next day. If not, I could stay. Camille said she regret why 'such a sweet, dear guy' like me could not stay over for the whole year.
The next day, Camille didn't call. I called her; she said the guys still didn't knew and would call me back later. I said the case was quite urgent, since I needed a new place to stay within a few days. She said she understood and would call the Russian guys.
Meanwhile I unexpectedly received a mail from another woman who I contacted several days before. She said I was more than welcome to rent a room in her apartment. The next day I arranged everything. I texted Camille saying I already found another place to stay. She didn't reply back any more. I guess Camille broke up with me.