I’m daygaming in the capital of Belgium, the country I lived in most of my life. During the day I’m working in a cow-working space and popping out for a one-to-two-hour session each day. This allowed me to rack up 20 sets in one week resulting in a handful of numbers, most of them flakey, and one idate.
The idate was an Italian PhD-student who came to Brussels to sign up at a local university. She was leaving the next day. Unfortunately, I couldn’t clear logistics: I was scheduled to have dinner and drinks with a mate that evening. I tried to catch her afterward to no avail.
At the end of the idate, she followed me back all the way to my co-working. We said our goodbyes for now[1^]. Back inside, I wondered if I should just have gone for a street kiss. It would have been uncallibrated, but I felt she was really into me. After all, I had not much to lose.