So yet another first date, another first hello. Another night, another cup of coffee, another round of stories, another goodbye. And oh yeah, dinner, if it comes to that. Maybe a glass of wine or two after.
It’s beginning to be the norm for me nowadays. So since that’s the case, I’ve decided to write about my so-called dating life. Not that I haven’t done that before, but I guess I want to do it from a perspective of a thirty-something. There, I said it, thirty-something — no, the world didn’t end and yes, I can finally say I’m that old and not have an ensuing nervous breakdown.
So from the highs and the lows, the hits and the misses (hopefully more hits than misses), the awkwardness and the comfortable silence, from the obscure to the profound, from each exchanged photos to the photoshopped ones, from each memorable spark to fuzzy recollections, to every yay or nay, it’s all gonna be in black and white.
Maybe the Universe will finally take pity. That or the Universe will finally give in from my relentless pestering.
xoxo
