My First Date with Belgrade, Serbia
I didn’t really know what to expect. For some reason, I got the impression that you’d be drier and colder than you actually are. Maybe it was your voice.
You had my respect from the moment we met. I can tell that you’re tough and you know some shit. Sometimes I think my life has been too easy and I get the sense that I can probably learn a lot from you.
So, you’re not beautiful in that really obvious way, which is kind of perfect because neither am I. The pretty ones are good for flings, but then I tend to get bored. I prefer depth and substance. I promise to look past your physical flaws and focus more on your sparkling personality. I hope you’ll do the same for me.
On your style: Alright, either you have had those jeans for half your life or they’re back in style and you're way ahead of the curve. Either way, you rock them with confidence, and that’s what really matters.
You told me that you’ve never been all that popular but you don’t really seem to mind. You’re true to yourself. That’s sexy.
I think we’ve had some miscommunications so far. Sometimes I understand you, and other times, it’s as if you are speaking in code. It’s confusing, but oddly intriguing.
Food-wise, I’m sensing you’re more of a meat + potatoes + creamy sauce guy, while I tend to get a little shaky if I go two days without a good salad. We both enjoy ice-cold adult beverages, so there’s that.
We have pretty different schedules, so that could be a challenge. It was late when we met, but I’m actually more of a morning person and it seems like you really come alive after about 10 or 11 at night.
I’ve had my share of heartbreak, but you’ve been utterly destroyed again and again and you seem to still be filled with so much hope. Your resilience is inspiring.
Here's the thing, Belgrade. There’s no pressure for a long-term thing here. Let’s have fun while it lasts, OK?