Technically this museum date is not the first date. Here’s what happened. We planned to go for wine (wine tasting date) for our first date but the place we had in mind was permanently closed. Thank you Google Maps for not showing that! As I was going earlier to have some shisha, read my book and do some soul-searching work (something about turning thirty) before she finished work, I went to find another place nearby. The new venue didn’t have the wine menu of a three-star Michelin restaurant. Needless to say, that evening we couldn’t pretend to smell a bouquet of black berries with a hint of oceanic truffle or remark how balanced the Beaujolais was with its silky tannins.
Coincidentally some sort of stand-up comedy free mic started later on there. We were however on the terrace so the girl had to endure my hilarious jokes instead. She must have enjoyed it because we went on a second date, this museum date. So yeah, once you turn thirty, it seems you’re not afraid to cut some corners on your blog. Such a daredevil, almost reckless!
That’s the dating life. It doesn’t always go as planned and messes up your system. But in the long run, it usually turns out alright like a cat thrown out of a window from the eight floor. Perfect circumstances are an ideal. The right conditions appear now and then. Less than optimal situations happen all the time. So we take the grapes and make the best wine possible out of it. Some grapes might turn out a bit more sour than expected, or surprisingly sweet. You prefer red ones but somehow ended up with white ones, that’s still better than the people in Afghanistan now. But always go for seedless grapes otherwise some vine will grow in your tummy.
I notice this waiting-for-the-perfect-guy/girl and the perfect date and the perfect situation a lot. Yes, have your standards and non-negotiables (seedless grapes only!) but these should help you in finding what you want, not restricting it.
I know you’re all dying to know what cultured place we visited. Well, it was an immersive digital art gallery of Van Gogh and some Japanese stuff. Pretty cool I must say.
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