What does one do on a date?
Sitting here, waiting for him, because even though I was a little late, he is late late.
What do I say? Even though I’m great with people, I don’t feel like an extrovert. Isn’t that funny? I read a blog once that you can be introverted extrovert. Or extroverted introvert. Would be interesting to know how does one differ from the other.
/ Tataki - Argy /
I’m more and more thinking that exploring and moving to Malta is a good thing. Shall I just... (what was the thought here?)
...skip to next morning...
short version - date went well. it was fun! looking forward to Sunday, exploring Hackney or Brixton?
long version -
Why there is this weird sensation to show your better self, maybe tell the stories a bit better, act like a better human. You won’t judge me. Maybe. But. Everyone judges everyone. On some level.
Although London has definitely taught me to not take everything personally or allowed me to open up my mind.
Do I even write this better worded thinking if he might read it? Interesting.
But there are so many expressions that tell you to do just that - ‘put your best foot forward’ (what other are there?
And even if I do tell a white lie. Maybe it’s because I want to believe it. Age doesn’t matter. I mean in certain situations. Well, it shouldn’t, but it does. In relationship, I don’t think it does, until something happens and it proves you wrong - age matters. Or. Maybe it is just how you deal with it. But I can’t teach you what only life is gonna teach you. Cos, I have gone both ways, older and younger. Neither worked out. Maybe because of them, maybe because of me. I have learned. I hope.
/ Goodbye my Lover - James Blunt /
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