Pillow Talk Last Saturday, I got a message from a guy that read: I skipped over to his profile and saw a film maker from Amsterdam, only in California for a limited time. We decided to skip dinner and he arrived at my house shortly after 9pm on Monday evening, with a bottle of red wine.
He told me how was shooting a short film in the desert outside of LA and was flying out of SF on the 17th, which is why he was in my neck of the woods. We proceeded to talk into the wee hours of the morning about everything under the sun: His filmmaking, politics, relationships, my dreams of opening a bar, music, our families, Edward Snowden, online dating, tattoos, traveling; everything. After rolling around in the sheets for a while, we settled down and he asked me a question: But can you really detach your emotions after a night of great conversation and sex?
If not, how do you cope with the nasty sting of reality the next morning, that this will never happen again? If not, what would you classify that as? Or they end up married. But never just friends afterwards. So anyways, here is my answer: I am, without a doubt, a hopeless romantic. He is brilliant, passionate, handsome, funny, and has an adorable Dutch accent.
But between our first hello and our final goodbye, it just made it that much harder for me to see him leave the very next day. But on the complete opposite side of that, it made things so much easier.
I was able to live in moment and be as carefree as I wanted. Without that fear of having to be quirky and cute the whole time, or to keep him interested for 2, 3 or 4 more dates, I was able to really just be myself and enjoy the present. Not to assume we would have a terrible breakup, but if that were to happen, I would never awkwardly run into him at a bar.
What do you guys think? How would you react? Can you separate your emotions?