I love evenings in which something happens...
Hi,
I am not one of those who just “watch TV series under a blanket” (although this has its own charm). I like evenings where there is life - unexpected conversations, laughter, walks without a route, something new, even crazy.
I wonder, what are you like in the evenings?
The one who starts a spontaneous adventure? Or the one who starts talking in such a way that you want to listen all night?
What if our evenings coincide?
Anastasia
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