Last week, I went out on a proper date with Eric (the guy I met at a festival several weeks back).
At the restaurant, I enjoyed watching him eat pasta on the other side of the table. Hearing him talk about his life so far in Berlin, sometimes somewhat nervously (that was cute.) And then later at a bar, his body close to mine as he explained the significa…
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