Why are women always thinking about things like: Who is writing the first mail, who’s gonna give the first call? Who dares the first step or touching the other one? Who’s supposed to arrange the next meeting? Who’s…
Questions over questions.
Why can’t we just have a little bit more of this wonderful thing called ‘impulse’? Is it so hard to let things go their own way, as they’re might supposed to?
We can’t manipulate what’s not meant to be, but we can give it a kick in the ass and maybe change it at least a little bit.
Long time ago, a woman just had to drop her hankie, as a sign for the man she adored ‘I’m interested! Pick that hankie up and start talking to me.’. Today we would might share a smile and go opposite ways. What a pity!
But still I am wondering: What is the reason for women choosing carefully – While hoping for more from the other side she’ll get disappointed in any kind of way…
xxx.
M.I.
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