There is this song.
‘How am I supposed to leave you now?’
‘When you look like that?’
The Love Journey of Lakshmi
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.
That was just a headline of a short article I saw passing.
Nothing particular that I wanted to read. It was perhaps some curiosity that caught my eye.
And yes, as a single woman in my mid thirties I was open to know what the articles had to say about this. (That I am in my mid thirties, is maybe not so important).
Don’t we all just have men loving us?
‘What’s your type?’ Is what she asked me.
We were sitting at a small table outside, at a bar, in a not so busy neighborhood. I was wearing a sweater, although the weather was still very nice.
I could hear the music coming from inside the wine bar. Cozy is best how I would describe it.
I was looking in front of me. Not sure what she really wanted to know or hear.
Just a typical question, when it comes to dating.
But to forget about love language.
Shouldn’t we just start with language?
Does language matter at all when it comes to dating?
‘I am curious if you will write something about me..’
I was dazzled by everything we talked about and also a bit of the wine we had just been drinking.
There was a little pause, before I answered.
‘I have friends that have Tinder babies’. The lady told me.
I was watching the blond hair of the woman that was laying in front of me.
Her face was down. I was gently massaging her neck.
As scrolling down on Tinder, I am thinking to hold the account even when I will have a relationship.