Dating a greek
What would come next was a blank page entitled “Greece,” where the contents were a mystery to me, a newly single gal.
” I pretended to sift through the menus fully aware that I didn’t give a damn; I’d much rather sip on a tall, dark, and handsome… We sat for a drink, and laughed for the entire duration of our afternoon aperitif which you can watch here.
And that’s exactly how we found ourselves flirting with a “Greek god.” We got yelled at for dancing at the Parthenon, and then decided we had had enough of slipping on ancient limestone and hearing the security guards viciously blow into his damn whistle. On the way from the Parthenon to where we ended up eating, we passed this café with a view to the ancient forum.
Sure, the view was great, but the view in front of me was even better: the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.
The weather was agreeing with my hair, and it was exactly the trip I needed to recharge, and most importantly, remember the version of myself I love being – the effervescent woman who curiously goes after new stories and experiences, not the nagging girlfriend who’s irritated she didn’t get a text back.
As a relationship veteran, I’m already aware that the minute the nagging girl surfaces, it’s time to move on.If you don’t like being the person you’re being, who will love you?