I don’t know quite well anymore how the conversation went.
We were talking about men.
It came a bit out of the blue, when I said it.
“I don’t like Portuguese men”.
Nothing came after, it felt right to say it this way.
Fast and a bit sharp.
To make sure it was coming out right.
Portugal, a country I had lived for some years.
I had spent some time looking at those Portuguese.
A journey I have been trying to discover.
To figure out for myself.
Therefore it wasn’t weird to say this.
I mean, it would have made it easy for me if I did like them, I was residing in this country.
There would be enough and to choose from.
Something more final made me exclude Portuguese men for my mind.
As a potential partner, perhaps even lover and everything I don’t know.
Where this question started to become alive for me.
‘Is love behavioral?’
I was seeing their behaviour, didn’t think it was for me.
I couldn’t really give any example, just how it was.
Not necessarily a feeling.
Because we can see the people for who we think we are.
Cultural beings, living in their own space, perhaps minding their own business.
Dividing their time how they like, with a peace of mind.
Where we are making a choice for our own sake, perhaps even with our heart.
There were also those women showing some kind of behaviour.
Where I questioned earlier why we are compromising this.
I was talking with a guy, all of a sudden his girlfriend was standing next to him.
‘Making clear something’.
Perhaps she wanted to let me know he was taken.
The conversation I had with him stopped shortly after, she got what she wanted.
I don’t know if that was something nice to have.
I guess I was a danger to this girl, to whatever they were having.
She showed me with her behaviour, or at least what I was getting.
It made me think.
‘Is love behavioral?’