Last time I had anything to do with a relationship it involved meeting up for a coffee quite often, talking face-to-face, hanging out, having a lot of social interaction (you perv, go away!). I am not that old, I am really not old, but in a few months (1-2 years) things have changed big time.
We are on the doormat of summer. It’s already May and slowly the temperature rises and the clothes get thinner and less. This means that there are more and more possibilities of social interactions because people are going out of their houses tempted by the sunny coffee shop terraces and flowerish alleys. This also means that there are more chances to stumble across a feverish crush or a possible long-time relationship. Hah, if only…
Have you noticed what I’ve noticed? It’s been a couple of weeks since this idea clearly formed in my head but I decided to leave it latent and continue to observe people around me – strangers, family, friends, myself, etc. The thing is, people are scared. They are constantly paranoid, fretting, brooding, yelling, running. What’s happening?
Growing up surrounded more by male groups, I’ve noticed something when it came to sexual jokes. Men take them as „jokes”, women take them as „insults”. But why?