In hindsight, we could have always done better. We could have done things differently. We could have wanted it to be otherwise. In reality, we do what seems right at the time. I don’t think it’s fair to only look with the eyes of today to the actions and thoughts of yesterday. But I do understand why people tell me that the name of this blog is not doing justice to its content. I felt some pressure to make some changes. But I stand by 69 Dates as it is.
It’s written in black and white that 69 Dates has matured. My writing has evolved. Thank God. However, the concept has pretty much remained the same, as it was intended to. So are the questions I usually get asked. They are more or less the same. By now, I can answer each one of them with confidence, certainty and conviction until the person runs out of things to ask. It could mean two things. Either the concept stands like a reinforced concrete house with a clear rationale or people just let me talk. Like indulging in the make-believe of a child who is convinced that his/her sand castle on the beach would still be intact tomorrow. Like silly he-he-laughing with a joke you heard 69 times already from the same person. Like nodding “yes, yes, Mr. Skinny boy, that jump with accompanying screams in the pool was very impressive”. Applause.
During this date, I noticed a particular fixation on the number 69. You tell me, using 69 is brilliant marketing trick. So far I didn’t meet anyone who forgot about the name of this blog. But it also opens doors for crazy conspiracy theories involving me pimping a network of 69 girls, me going around breaking young girls’ hearts, me wanting to use 99 but made a typo when registering the domain name. The feedback I get is that meeting a certain amount of people implies casual dating or just for fun. Would I stop getting these comments if I called this blog 12 Dates or The Single Date? I’m not sure as of or until which number of dates you’re relationship dating and above or below a particular cut-off point it’s definitely someting more casual.
I used to play video games, the shooter type. You know, the ddzuzuddzuzuzu, paw paw paw, BOOM stuff. “One shot, one kill” was the holy grail. But before you can reach that level, you have to go through a depressing amount of “a lot of shots, no kill” games. Even in a virtual world, there is a reality with external influences to deal with. Disneyland and Hollywood may spread the dream, the ideal, the fairytale called love. Reality however, doesn’t do justice to those labels.
I know you’re all dying to know which purchased items were on the table. Well, there was a caramelate, a strawberry lemonade and a Pasteis de Nata.
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