My thoughts π βοΈ I used to go on dates a lot. All of them ended up with one night stands. Hey, free life! But I was so sick and tired of it, I wanted to be in a relationship. I wanted to be loved, wanted to cook pasta and seafood for dinner. Wanted to go to museums and exhibitions. Wanted to go to bed and wake up next to my loved one. Wanted morning and evening sex. Wanted to set up goals and achieve them together. I was looking for it, I was living this thought, that I would go on a date and get the The Mr Right. I went on a date and got laid. He wouldnβt call or text me the following morning. I am exaggerating a bit, it didnβt happen every time, but it happened often. Or I didnβt like him. And I cried. Why donβt you text me? It is hard for me to open up and it might seem that I am whining. But I promised myself I wouldnβt fall for random guys. Iβve been single since then. Yours, KK π€