Dating Sherlock Holmes

These days are rough for me. So I’ll quicly write a shorte stories, and fall back to sleep and taking reducing-weight-pills.

Cedric, now that I thought of him, was both a overesetimated and understimated guy. From an elite Amsterdam famliy, where his father has a satellite company and was an ex-McKinsey, he asked me quesetions in a way that freightened me, although he didn’t mean it — — — am I supposed to know this? Am I supposed to know that?……etc

However, when asking me my language or physics or cultural knwolege, he seemed bowing down in his words, belittling himself, and gave me the almighty power to express whatever I wanted to say.

Which means, we were never equal in conversation.

And of course, as a Dutch’s companion, I told him all these feelings, just as he did to me.

A man of both confidence and defiance.

That’s perhaps why when I was crazily in love with him, I dreamt of myself dating Sherlock Holmes, a man who only smokes and takes drugs.

Cedric only takes knowledge from me verociously to the extent that I had to gave some part of my heart too. Because knowledge comes from curiosity, and curiosity comes from my love for life.

Yeah, Dutch guys are like Sherlock Holmes I feel. Having experienced 2 guys, I dare say they are practical, audacious, and loveless. Does that suffice as lovers for me? I doubt it.