There are certainties in life. One is that when a girl says that she loves food and can eat a lot, she’ll at some point in time disappoint me with how little she can actually eat (btw, the all you can eat date is still available). Another one is that I’ll ask the girl the question during our date. No, I’m not asking her bra size, her amount of bed partners or if she prefers to say “rock-paper-scissors” or “scissors-rock-paper” (the latter is completely ridiculous and should be banned). No, I’ll just ask her what she thinks of my blog.
Usually, I’ll get “ooh, it’s nice”. Okay then, gurl. I spent my free time putting my heart and soul on the internet for everyone to read and it’s just nice? Go tell the Chinese the Great Wall is “nice”, tell the Egyptians the pyramids are “nice”, tell the Incas Machu Picchu is “nice”. Go tell them for god’s sake. But don’t leave my thirst for feedback and judgment unquenched, chiquita. Okay, okay, they actually say more than “ooh, it’s nice”. The high standard of the women I date are reflected in their verbal prowess and verbose sentiments, uhu. You know, quality attracts quality. That’s how my life goes. People want to be on a good show. But it’s funny how the responses are more or less the same.
Usually I’m attracted to mentally stable women. Maybe it’s time to switch things up and fish in the erratic pond of drama, breakdowns and extremes. Trigger me, baby. Out of curiosity, I checked if there’s a dating market for mental illnesses and disabilities. Yes, there is. Luckily, I can imagine it’s tough for these people.
Now and then, I interview students for an internship position in our team at work. Same story, often the same responses. Is it because we’re in a similar situation or because we’re the same type of people or maybe something else? I’m not sure. But not too fast, only the surface level is similar. Yes, the girl on this date said my blog was nice but when I dug deeper and asked follow-up questions, I could get a sense of what she really meant with nice. The luxury of drinking hot tea in a cosy bar after a chilly bargain hunt did not only come with a cookie. She spoon-fed me with her observations.
Btw, it’s never my intention to pick someone’s brain during a date to know or to get something. The experience is as good as it is.
I know you’re all dying to know what hidden gems we spotted on the Place du Jeu de Balle flea market (Brussels). Well, I only found out that you could literally get everything there. She on the other hand added two pieces to her closet.
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