Sunday, 21 February 2016.
D-Afternoon
Anna is feeling as peppy as a little girl on Christmas morning since she woke up and jumped out of bed.
She cannot believe they are finally going to meet face to face after three weeks of enthusiastic chatting on Whatsapp – such heart-warming interaction. Sweet and witty! Back and forth between Finland and Germany.
Ahhh…
What if Christian really is a special person??
Please be!!
Please… Don’t disappoint me.
Well, his texts and phone calls have been quite impressive – I’ll give him that much… Expectations are high. Just saying.
Anna, let’s not get ahead of ourselves! You’ll know soon enough.
If there’s one thing our Anna has learned from her previous fifteen dates, it’s that you never know what the chemistry (or lack thereof) will be like, until you spend some time together in person.
Yes.
She’s found that interesting messages usually make for an interesting person, and phone calls already give you half an accurate first impression.
Definitely.
But, you’ve gotta meet live, really… Spend time together!
Sometimes it only takes ten seconds to know.
But can the attraction grow on you as he shows you the different sides of himself little by little?
Or the opposite? Haha – surely.
It takes time to know people.
Then, there’s something else about guys. They have traditionally been considered the stronger, braver gender, but sometimes I think they seem to have interest in a lady, but they just quit way too fast.
Reasonable men won’t pursue a lady if they don’t think they stand a chance. It’s as if their energy is limited, so they need a clear/mysterious sign to see that it’s worth putting in the effort.
This little Love Game is harder than it seems! Gosh.
And more fun.
And more frustrating.
And the winning prize the best there can be (but remember to put in the work to keep the prize alive through the years).
Ahhh… Anna sighs.
Ahhh…
It’s like the birds and their back and forth dance of love. We’re just the same!
You chat, he rings you up, you laugh together. You go a little silent – but just a little! You show interest, and then go about your normal daily business.
You live life to the full. Go on many dates, don’t put all your eggs in one basket. Never! Not before he will…
He writes again, he pursues you. He finds you interesting and doesn’t go AWOL. You’re active and happy in life.
And thinking of him.
You send him a new message – show him he easily comes back to your mind. Awww. He writes to you for hours on end. Makes you laugh like at the circus. The chat flows. It feels good for both of you.
You send a couple of selfies. Tell him about your day. Wow – he’s interested! He comments. It seems like he cares and finds you adoring for some reason. Expectations are on the rise. You say Good Night 💋, he says Sweet Dreams Xx – and you sleep with a huge smile on your face. Feeling warm and nice.
It’s hot – I’ll open the window.
Sometimes both of you go silent for longer hours and you can’t really know – but you’re hoping you’re on his mind, too. Both are investing time and attention – but playing it just a teeny bit cool, as well. Just to make it more exciting.
This seduction dance goes on for days, weeks or months in some cases.
In theirs, time flies, and the three weeks since they matched on Tinder and started chatting are complete. The awaited D-Day is today. D-evening, actually.
They are going to meet up in person in six hours. Sex, på svenska.
Anna finds attraction, romance, passion and love amazing. Maybe it’s happened to her three-four times since she was eleven years old?
That’s why she has to be so picky. You can’t share all that with just anyone. It’s gotta be special. He’s gotta feel like the One. He’s gotta put in the effort and not be a quitter.
OK, I’m 40 now.
You fall in love with someone (or the same One) once per decade. That’s not much at all!! Maybe it happens more often as you grow older and approach your end?? Live before it’s too late?? OMG. Fingers crossed.
The clock is ticking, and as you can see, all kinds of thoughts are rushing through Anna’s excitable mind as she’s relaxing at home, listening to music on her record player, thinking of what outfit to wear. Singing, humming, swinging to the tune.
She’s on holiday – yay! Hiihtoloma. Her flat is looking awesome – everything is so new – now clean, as well.
Ahhh… I should go and set the table. If Christian and I don’t find a restaurant open, we can always come here and have the veggie soup…?
The one I ordered from Mr. Ex – she giggles.
Pedro makes the best veggie soup ever – he’s such a great cook! First, he carries two heavy grocery bags full of fresh vegetables and legumes from the grocery store. Twenty different sorts, for sure. Then, he sits there in the kitchen – a whole day peeling, slicing and chopping the greens. His late mother’s recipe from Rio Grande do Sul. Extremely healthy. Delicious!
In the last year of their marriage, he would make it whenever she asked him to, while sipping chimarão. She’d freeze different portions of the soup and have them throughout the week.
Last time she went to his home to pick up the dog, she bought a huge pot of the magical soup he’d just made. He laughed at it, but OK, agreed. And gave her the recipe for any future need.
Anna defroze it over the night and tasted it this morning. It seemed a little bland, for some reason, but no problem! She’s chopped garlic, onions, celery and lots of ginger herself, being careful not to touch the garlic so her fingertips won’t stink and be a turn off.
She’s fried it all up and added it to the boiling soup. Must be perfect now.
Ha! I can make soup, too!
Uh…Where was I?
Ahhh… daydreaming about tonight’s date. And the Love Game. Mmm.
You talk, you smile, you’re both polite. You look at each other.
Then, look down, fast. In a feminine way.
You have some soup, you smile again, say something interesting. Laugh at his jokes.
The expectation slowly rises. There’s flirting. A little blushing.
He’s cute. He’s sm💗rt. His smile is nice. You touch his arms lightly. There is energy in the air – loads – and he can feel that you like him. His peacock feathers open up. Wide open. You melt.
It takes two to tango.
To tango, to salsa, to samba. To zumba? Definitely to cha-cha-cha.
Well, let’s see what happens.
(Tonight, I promise!!)
© 2017 rf
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