Love is a racket

I have no troubles travelling alone (or is it 'with myself'?), but Berlin is a bit too much. I don't know why. Perhaps I am rather scared of finding too many amazing places, feel like saying: 'Holly crap, would you look at that' and get a busy tone. Here is where a boyfriend might come handy. And also for the zillion dinner parties I plan to make in the months to come, I guess...

One part of me, however, doesn't wanna bother. Is it too cynical to say that there's this specific European piece of DNA that makes me shiver just by being around, but that I manage each and every time I see him to shut down the adrenaline?

Love is quite a nuisance. And I know because I used to fall in love 4 times a day, in average.

Nothing bitter here, but have to tell the pink nipple story.

Okay. I used to go to the gym in Mexico and showering had to ways: 1) You're all sweaty, pack your stuff, get in your car and drive home to take a shower, or 2) You're all sweaty, get into the shower cabin, close it, get off your clothes, take a shower, get out again completely dressed and looking spectacular. Alternatively, you get dressed in the aisle using 347 moves to use the towel as a tent.

So at my first day at Charlottehaven, I noticed the showers had no 'doors'. Alright. Ana thinks 'let's be progressive' and makes a rather nice strip-tease to the enjoyment of two Danish grannies and the cleaning lady. But when I was walking to the showers and thinking about how good it feels, there was this spot of pink right in front of my eye. It took me like three seconds to realise the pink spot belonged to a very tall girl that was drying her hair naked as if she were in her bedroom. Aloha DK!

But where does it all come into picture? After some time of stripping at the gym (less and less sexier, must admit), I adore to see that everybody around looks rather comfortable in their skin and that's the way love should feel. When you find somebody that appreciates your wobbly bits as much as you hate them, that's the one to let the adrenaline run for. And then show him/her the Reichstag.