The Truth About Love, Validation and Digital Romance

Abbreviation.

If her name was an abbreviation.

That raise in her eyebrows.

A layer.

The traffic lights in the big city night burned as brightly as the warning lights in her big city interior, and those lamplights had thrown her out of the bar straight into the street, just as alone as when she stepped into the place.

And that was just as well.

The fact was that just the sight of him had made her body do little twists inside, and the twists weren’t some somersaults of hope, happiness, and anticipation.

Damn.

It had been like this for a long time… Nikki knew exactly how long this had been going on, and she cursed the day it happened.

She increased her pace, her heels clacking against the street in the way that makes men turn.

For some reason, underpasses and subways seemed to make the sound of heels on the ground extra attractive.

Probably it was something about the increased sound space that these spaces gave the sound.

An emphasis that amplified the heel with all its sexuality that propagated up through the body.

First by reinforcing the prominent part of the legs.

Or perhaps first of all to create the extra centimeters in the body’s posture that gave more authority to those who could wear heels.

But then the appearance of the legs.

Legs.

Always these legs.

Loved hated legs.

Nikki looked down at her legs.

Yes.

She liked her legs.

Too.

And so in the end, assuming that the heels did the job they were supposed to do and that the woman who wore them understood how to wear them and didn’t fumble around like an earthworm on a hook – but if she understood it, then eventually the whole aura that the heels gave off propagated into the upper body, the posture and finally the gaze.

And the gaze was the ultimate weapon to put the man down.

To make him fall like prey in the urban jungle.

That was it.

It started with the heel.

With the foot.

With a base.

Everything rested on a base of aura.

A base of unredeemed sensuality, sexuality, pure desire…

Nikki was carrying it now and the men followed her with their pathetic looks because that was how she felt now.

She couldn’t handle men this evening.

If she had had worse self-esteem she would have gladly changed her attitude to that of the hooked worm, but her self-preservation kept her too good for that.

But now it was a matter of getting home quickly and there was no question of a taxi.

Her income as a student was scarce and speaking of which, she was actually digging herself for tomorrow and that feeling came to take over more and more.

Despite all the likes on the post she had just made about the “fantastic” date.

Or maybe it was precisely because of it.

Yes.

Nikki knew exactly when all this started and when she thought about it, her unease grew even greater.

Not every connection should begin with a swipe.