Dates... A couple of numbers with dashes, slashes or just a combination of numbers with words. Or just the plural of dating...
Have you ever planned the first, third and fifth date before you had the first date? I have! I genuinely looked forward to the date(s)! And still wonder where we are heading. The first date would have been chatting with a cup of coffee. The third the "dam tot dam wandeltocht" and fifth is him playing piano for me.
But... Who plans so many dates before meeting someone face-to-face? Were our chats so interesting and captivating that we just couldn't get enough of it? Did we truly release the tension of "the first date" with this way of thinking?
The most amazing thing of all is, nothing went as planned. We talked and talked, walked, enjoyed each others company... Time flies by too fast when you are having fun! We had our fourth date yesterday. Unlike the other dates, this was not planned ahead! I just wanted to see him! I think nothing going as planned is my routine now... At least, when it comes to him.
Line of today: The scent of the man you really like can cheer you up for no particular reason at all! *coughs: "This is so silly!"*