I hate small talk.
I wanna talk about science, technology, finance, fashion, fitness, atoms, death, aliens, sex, the meaning of life, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favorite cologne, your childhood, your dreams, your nightmares, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and fears. Let’s go to my rooftop, sit under the moon with all the time in the world, bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequences. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
I don’t want to know what’s up. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind. I have the deepest affection for intellectual discussions. There’s nothing more sexy compared to a healthy happy thoughtful conversation.