I’ve been dating 3 Ph.D. students in my life so far. I don’t know why the hell I have had crushes on academic guys while I am way so far from that such thing, but it happened anyway, 3 different times, with 3 different nationalities, in 3 different continents.
We had some good chat over texts and he asked me to join him at the beach for a couple of days. I thought: “Oh my God he invited me to travel with him even we have never met, didn’t he?”. But the fact that “we have never met” made me curious about the idea of traveling with a complete stranger. I have never done that before.
We can’t be faulted for who we fall in love with, just as he can’t be faulted for not knowing that I loved him, even for … 20 years.
My dear Beard!
A friend of mine recently posted a super old photo on her Facebook. It was taken 20 years ago during the first day of secondary school when our class was trying to take a dump ID photo together. I was touched to see little me. I looked so tiny and silly in that picture, as did all of my classmates. Then I saw Curly. My first love.