It was that I was looking at him.
Not in a mischievious way, but I was just looking at him.
He was doing something particular.
I believe he was just sitting behind his laptop, the morrning coffee next to him.
The Love Journey of Lakshmi
It was that I was looking at him.
Not in a mischievious way, but I was just looking at him.
He was doing something particular.
I believe he was just sitting behind his laptop, the morrning coffee next to him.
‘I envy you for your choices’.
‘That you are a bit picky when it comes to men’.
It is what someone said to me one day.
I have kissed him already many times.
But this kiss, was a first.
Perhaps even a different feeling.
Sometimes he kisses me like he really wants to have me.
I have had one time that he kissed me and I could taste that his mind was somewhere where, he shouldn’t be.
It was a bit of a sunny day.
One of those days it was lucky that the sun was still shining in the late afternoon.
We were sitting out of the wind and that gave us almost a summer feeling.
Although it was still winter.
We were sitting on a bench, in a park.
However there was a busy street closeby, where cars were passing by.
We already had to stop our conversation several times from the sirens of ambulances.
Perhaps it was for a reason we needed to stop talking, just for a short while.
There was a lot we talked about.
It is funny.
Whatever is happening on dating apps.
I have had this experience many times.
‘That I was looking for something casual’.
Those were the exact words I have been using.
I have found that the meaning of casual has taken its own turn.
According to the men that I have been speaking to, about this.
The last one said, that brought this back to my mind :
‘Over here something casual means usually just having sex’.
He ended with some laughter.
‘hahaha’, is what he said.
´Dating the Nice Guy´.
Just some words that caught my eye.
I don´t know if it was an advertisement or some story that was passing by.
Something that was alluring to me the least.
The story started with a girl that met a guy.
They bumped into each other and met on several occasions.
Pretty randomly.
What does a romantic date look like, according to you?
A question.
It was written on this tea bag.
A girl I know was drinking this tea and showed the text of the bag on her Instagram story.
‘A romantic date, what is that?’ Was her question.
She had put this text on the content of this little story.
‘Perhaps you should write it down’, I wrote.
‘Yes, that is a good one..’, was her answer to me.
I don’t know if it is because of the new year or the month of January. That it is Winter and nothing is there or happening.
Winter, of nothingness.
That would actually sound like a nice name for a princess. Not intended as a joke, but sounds funny. It makes me laugh, I have to say.
He asked me : ‘What are you reading?’
My head was on his shoulder, while we were laying in bed.
His bed.
I wasn’t reading anything at that moment. My head was just resting on his shoulder.
I didn’t respond to what he was saying.