A date
Autor: Krisnatágoras | Publicado: 2016-02-04T12:03:00-05:00


To him, the world was just disillusion and disbelieving. No true relations was possible, there was no possibility of two souls goes into a &nbsp;real deep relation beyond the ready scripts, beyond the illusion of a romantic love, beyond the exchanges of necessity instead of sharing.

All relationship to him looked like just accomplish this role: "You have to talk just about the other and try to give a good impress in a subtle speech about how you can provide security or adventure, creating a castle of illusions about you. If she responds with the known signs, you can keep on."

Those roles were a shame, he wasn't looking just for sex, even that an orgasm could be the only real truth buried under the sea of illusions, it's our animal part acting.

Probably he became a kind of nihilist about relations as a result of a broken heart. One said: "all the bastards were created by a woman."

He was looking for a kind of mystical or aesthetic experience. He was looking for a kind of relationship that doesn't about make the other happy or fulfil, it's about finding yourself, it really is about what you became when you find the right person. Then it's internal, don't an outside encounter.

The majority of people looked boring or annoying, and he had this profound admiration for the female soul, for the beauty of women's dimensions, because what he was looking for wasn't in the male dimension, it was a female thing. Of course, a man could achieve that, but first it must reconcile with his female dimension... And he didn't believe anymore in that kind of connection.

No matter how affected he was by these thoughts, the simple fact was: he had a date that will take place at the "Cafe du Flore". Maybe the most romantic cafe around the world.

"Voilà, Paris c'est la capital de l'amour, ne c'est pas?".

He took a seat just facing the Boulevard Saint-Germain street meanwhile he was waiting for her, he ordered a liquor coffee.

Sipping slowly the coffee, his mind went through that situation:

"I'm not sure if It's right to have this date, I know that in three minutes of talking I'll be bored and impatient. But I've promised to Mike I going to have this date, he told me she is a really nice person. What a librarian girl do in her spare time? And why I chose this place? Sounds too romantic for a first date. Maybe she even doesn't know anything about this coffee shop, nothing about Sartre and Simone or Camus. I should leave now."

But suddenly something brought him violently to the reality. A very pretty girl wearing a green coat with a daisy into her pocket, crossing the street stepping so gently the ground like floating and a breeze of air did her hair messily.

According she was approaching, a weird feeling took him, making his heart pumping faster making everything clear, his perception was expanded. He could see small details with perfection. Her small birthmark at her chin or her brilliant brown eyes, or her charming cheek holes. He kept looking that girl, like her, was a mixed of angel and demon while she came closer and closer.

When she just arrived at the table, he couldn't even say a word. He didn't need, she said:

"Hey, this place is amazing, I'm feeling like Simone meeting Sartre here."

All reality collapsed to him making everything lucid, no theory could explain that.