It all starts with one stolen glance
And then a few more
You look away when your eyes meet
And then swiftly look back again
The first accidental brush of hand
You try your best to make it seem casual
But how do you explain the electricity
That just rendered your brain numb
You exchange words
A meek ‘hello’ turns into an excited ‘meet me soon’
Minutes turn into hours
Random exchange of rambles become a critical part of your day
You talk and talk and then talk some more
What is even off-topic anymore
Phone bills pile up
Your wallet doesn’t seem too happy
But the walls around your heart are breaking
Brick by brick
And that’s reason enough to celebrate
With another random yet profound conversation
You go on drives
And watch movies
And sip on your third coffee
And take a stroll down the park
Hand in hand
Giggling away to glory
You come back home
Only to count minutes till your next giggle together
The anticipation to your first kiss is tangible
Almost like the third person in the room
You know it’s gonna be magical
A part of you is dying to make the first move
Swoop in for the first taste of magic
A part of you wants to savour the wait a little more
There is only one first kiss, after all
This one’s to old-school love
Love that’s mushy
Love that’s loopy
Love that’s heady
Love that feels foreign to an entire generation
An entire generation that takes the sex-first approach to romance
A generation that knows nothing about those fluttering butterflies
Or those fleeting glances
Or those 3 a.m. conversations
Or that sweet bliss of your lips grazing against theirs for the first time
Instead, we’re all about
Swiping right on them, solely based on 5 handpicked pictures
Making small talk till we get to ask if they enjoy giving head
Sharing a meticulously detailed list of ‘dos & don’ts in bed’
Shaving yourself clean for a sex date
Downing the first 2 drinks at a socially acceptable pace
All the while wondering if ‘sex is on or not’
Making a dash for the closest home once green light’s given
Having sex
And then sitting up naked
Spent, both literally and metaphorically
Smoking a cigarette in post-coital glow
And finally saying those priceless words
“Tell me more about yourself.”