And I tried. Dress, heels 👠, smile 😊, careful words, a little more coquetry than usual 😉. I kept my back straight, didn't interrupt, laughed at the right time, paused at the right time... He looked, nodded and suddenly said: "Be yourself."
As if it was a button - and I immediately transformed from the "correct version of myself" to the "real one." And the real me an hour later found myself barefoot 🦶 in the kitchen, with my hair down and a box of pizza 🍕 that only I ate. Not in an "Instagram" pose, but in a comfortable way. With cheese on my toes, with hot thoughts 🔥 and a complete feeling that this is me.
I didn't write to him. Not because I was offended. I just didn't want to adjust my steps to other people's expectations at that moment. Being yourself means allowing yourself both heels and bare feet. And a salad on a date, and pizza at midnight 🌙
Maybe he's waiting for an answer from me. And I'm waiting for the coffee to cool down ☕. And you know what? That's also being yourself 💋
Anna🥰