After a
warm, warm night it turned into another warm day, I was early enough
to catch what little of fresh air we had this morning. Used it to
cool the house by opening all windows even the one on the attic.
I was
pleasantly surprised by feeling cold air when I woke up, as when I
fall asleep It was all but fresh or even cold. Sure I should not
complain as this is summer and we longed for it the past few months.
And I am, I do enjoy the sun and the warmth coinciding with the
“summer nights in the garden” feeling. Last night was amazing, a
slight warm breeze and a moon just lurking over the edge of the roof,
and best of all no mosquito’s. The moment to enjoy a nice cold
glass of prosecco and listen to some lounge music coming from the
bleutooth speaker..... I am so happy with technology. It truly made
for a nice night outside. To me it is weird to have an evening
without TV, before I head for bed. Even with a royal baby on its way
I enjoyed just sitting in the garden and be in my own world. From
time to time I need to keep the world on the other side of the fence,
and be in my own world. In my head I am in my world on a daily base.
Otherwise I would go nuts. In a way I need my escape from all that is
real to level things out, when I stopped doing it the weekend became
to short to switch off from work. Next to switching of I still enjoy
to have a active imagination and just daydream for a few seconds when
I am in a quiet place or able to enjoy a amazing view. Worst place at
the moment to do it, the seashore, laying in the grass feeling the
cool breeze from the sea and watching the sun set. Those moments I am
not the guy to ask directions or want to chat to, I am mentally far
far away from this planet.
Its
funny to realize how little you need when you can daydream, not even
a significant other, he would even annoy me......... did I truly say
that? Me the old-fashioned romantic? In contrast to the “younger”
ones I feel less of a urge to be together or be the hunter or the
hunted. I spend no time online to make things happen. I merely check
my message and when needed I respond, otherwise it is silence. In no
way do I feel the need to share my summer moments or my thoughts or
fantasies at the moment. My fantasies are low level and and based on
the books I am reading or the movies I am watching. It might be that
I do want some company somewhere, or just want romance. I am also
happy to watch people trying to make romance happen. Its also
fulfilling to see things like romance and love just happen, and don’t
get me wrong, not the lip locking, dentist like mouth checks, just
plain old “lovydovey”stuff. I can hear a friend of mine think;
“you are getting old”, I can handle that! To me falling in love
seems to be more of a job as a feeling lately. The more people I hear
talking about it, it just seems to be a whole lot of work. Gone are
the days where things were just simple and plain. Where yes meant yes
and not a multiple choice option depending on the state of mind of
your target. You almost have to have a Harvard degree to get into the
dating game. Next to be sure about who you are, without a trip to
another Harvard certified professor. No longer a child splay it
turned into a higher science, well we are made to believe this by TV,
movies and magazines. Is there a Dr. Phil app? Ready to use if you
are not sure if you can hold hands, smile, or even open a door. Time
made us dependants, a look in the mirror and smiling at yourself is
no longer enough to be confident of success, in the dating game. We
can google about the car we want, a book we want to read and music we
want to hear, it also seems to have spread to our way of loving, and
in the way to get there we lost romance. No the writing guides on how
to woe are not romance, it is dictated behaviour? Try to use your
imagination, and I know the possibilities of being original are
getting thin as we share all we do on the social media, so you are
fast looking like a copier and someone without ideas how even hard
you try. It is still possible I believe, it could be the little
things that give away that it is you and not a Australian half blind
horse who did it first. Put a little you into it, how even hard it
is, and forget this advice if you are only on the hunt for the
exchange of body fluids. For that there are many apps.
Now I
wonder am I sick of the love for and by apps, or is it that romance
is truly dying? I might just go blind for the right guy, because the
right nows, even at the end of the night become more frequent than
the ones for something magical? And with magical I do not mean the 2
seconds it takes you to make a condom appear out of almost nowhere.
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