Frida
Yesterday’s date with Kevin went well. He liked my spaghetti and was very well-mannered in how he ate and behaved. It took him three seconds to figure out I’m living like a European, and I was so pleased when he took off his shoes willingly. Big plus point there, and then he also helped me with the dishes after we finished eating dinner.
He is a nice guy, but perhaps a little bit boring? I kept trying to make him talk and share more personal information about himself by asking him questions. Though, every answer he gave me only consisted of a few sentences. There was no depth to the conversation or over-sharing. Everything was vague, but maybe he was nervous?
I grimace. Somehow I doubt that. Kevin came off as the kind of person that drinks water “fresh” from the store, never from
