I have been able to verify it in Paris, London, Madrid, Berlin.. I love to sit on a terrace and people watch, even listen to their conversations. It is inappropriate, I know, but, let's say I do it for artistic purposes.
Whenever two girls sit near me, they will surely talk about men, romances, possible dates, or misunderstandings, the man being the absent protagonist of that summary judgment.
And it is that, love happens first as a fantasy. When someone attracts us, we become the best script writer. The mind becomes excited and begins to recreate all the possibilities, all the scenes that we would like to live with that person. I have not seen any force that can summon as many resources as the possibility of love. Well, maybe, the possibility of smoking.
If paradise existed, I would love to have access to everything that women have ever said about me with their friends. Well, on second thought, I may have to go straight to hell.
I hope you like it. I wish you a good week and if you have a good day, frame it.
