Whilst There's Time

I have always kept my weekends free for possibilities, spontaneity, randomness. But for the past weeks it has been disappointing.
I'm not blaming anybody, I simply would like to make the most out of my weekends - that's why I freely adjust my weekends to any chance of a good time.

However, these coming weeks will be busy now since I'll have to be on my toes with work. If I get a decent free time, it's usually late at night. 

I'd like to go on a date at least before February. A decent date, not exactly a romantic one. A friendly date, an intimate moment with someone, simply connecting with someone through words, sharing good laughs over a scrumptious meal, or enjoying each other's warm company in a chilly theatre. A date.

In a haste? Definitely not. I'm in no hurry of nailing a date (uhm, pun semi-intended). I just think, as well as some people, that a date would be good for me. Yes, a date would do me good - something that I'm hopefully looking forward to.

A date. A time well spent....with someone.










PS
Pardon the pun, but they do have their own intent or message to address. Yes, going on a date actually has a physiologic purpose. And it's not exactly what you think. Consider it as an inhibitory  stimulus, rather than excitatory.