Veronica

I have a strange habit of mentally giving days their own personalities. Some Mondays are clearly offended by the entire world. Fridays know they are attractive and behave accordingly. Sundays are complicated. They can feel wonderfully slow at noon and somehow become slightly dramatic by eight in the evening. I suppose this says something about me. I notice moods in everything. In cities, music, rooms, people, even in silence. I can walk into a place and immediately feel whether I want to stay there for ten minutes or three hours, although I probably couldn't explain why. Logic is useful, but I don't think it deserves to control absolutely everything. I'm also very easy to infect with enthusiasm. Tell me about something you genuinely love and there is a good chance I'll start asking questions. It doesn't even have to be something I understand. Sometimes another person's excitement is interesting enough on its own. Maybe that's why I still want to see so much of the world. I don't collect countries. I like the feeling of arriving somewhere and realizing that for the next few days I won't know exactly what is around the corner. There is another side of me that is much simpler. I love laughing with my friends until nobody remembers how the conversation started. I love movement, music and days that don't feel copied from yesterday. And sometimes I love doing absolutely nothing useful without feeling guilty about it. I think adulthood already has enough rules without inventing extra ones for myself. So appearing on a dating site doesn't feel strange to me. It's simply another door I haven't opened before. Maybe there is an interesting man behind it. Maybe there is love. Maybe just one conversation that makes an ordinary evening unexpectedly memorable. I don't know yet. And strangely enough, I like it that way.