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#36 Beach Date | On Communication
She told me she was meeting some friends before our date. Cool, no problem, I'm going to the beach earlier to chill and read my book I said. She could show up whenever she was done. She showed up in a thick sweater. The type I'd wear when I'll make a trip to visit Siberia's permafrost. Mind you, it was over 40 degrees Celsius. I was really surprised and my brain started to come up ...
#35 Attend A Workshop Date | On Numbers
Holy shit, date number 35... I'm halfway through my list of 69 dates. I found it a big number at first. But actually it's just one date a month on average. I wouldn't call that super crazy or impressive. It just proves to me that consistency works. On the long-term, small actions add up to something significant. If you ask someone with a Netflix account to add up all the hours of watching series, it's ...
#34 Museum Date | On Circumstances
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 ...
#33 Mini Road Trip Date | On Duration
A good thing about going for coffee or drinks for a date is that you can eject quickly when things go south. Just take your parachute and jump. See ya later, alligator! In other instances, you're stuck with the other person for some time. This could mean heaven or hell. I guess there's a sweet spot in terms of duration of a first date. I'd say between 2-4 hours. One hour seems a bit rushed ...
#32 Ice Skate Date | On Attitude
There was a period in my life where my ability to memorise unpractical knowledge was tested twice a year. It coincided with a strict training regimen. In particular my liver went through tough times. The almost daily sessions in dim, ill-ventilated places were gruelling and could only be sustained with a diet of cheap processed meat, French fries and garlic sauce. I learnt in the classes I didn't attend that someone's personality can be observed ...
