A year ago I thought rain was romantic. Coat, heels, carefree vibe.

Twenty minutes later, I looked like a person who lost a battle with nature. Hair stuck to my face, mascara ran, and my date said: “You’re probably tired.”

No, I wasn’t tired. I dissolved.

We sat in a cafe, I tried wiping my sleeve with a napkin while he talked about investments. I only thought about dry socks))

Since then, I realized romance isn’t decoration. It’s being warm. Physically and emotionally.

Now, I only date in the rain if I know the person doesn’t mind ruined hair :)) And if they offer their umbrella — bonus karma points.