Sessions

I went on a date. It felt like a group project where both people pretend to contribute equally, but one is clearly carrying the emotional PowerPoint.

Sofia decided I need structure. I thought I had one. Turns out I had vibes. She built a plan. I negotiated creative freedom.

I spent ten minutes reading dating advice online. I now understand absolutely everything about love. According to the internet.

I casually mentioned that men apparently don’t approach women anymore. Sofia asked why. I explained modern dating using airports, algorithms, and mild sarcasm.

I was asked to explain why it’s so hard to find a boyfriend. I delivered cultural analysis, male insight, and long-term strategy. Compensation? A double espresso. I’ll allow it.

Sofia asked about my fragrance. I said Tuxedo by YSL. She wrote something down and refused to elaborate. Also: I pay the bill. She handles the tip. Civilization remains intact.

I approached a woman in a café and escalated to Thursday faster than expected. She said yes. Also: I had homework.

I went on a fourth date with a barista. Statistically irresponsible. The coffee? Perfect. The pattern? Loud.