As you could probably already guess, I belong to that vast group of people who tend to have a bipolar behaviour towards love.

When I’m not in a relationship and I see people on the street holding hands my first desire is to shoot them with a rifle and barf on their descendants (all things that would be totally acceptable in an episode of Game of Thrones or, say, Russia but for some reason not in Berlin) .

Being annoyed by PDA is not the problem, though. The real problem comes when I start being in a relationship myself and experience a change of heart combined with a slight loss of lucidity, which in the past may or may not have me facing legal threats and false accusations of stalking.

As if the second date were really too soon to change your Facebook profile picture to a photo of you and your loved one.

Having sex.

Anyway, when Halloween came, some weeks ago, the most normal thing for me was dressing up as my boyfriend…

…and shoot a video in which I impersonate him.

Most popular guesses by people seeing my costume:

– A Hipster who’s about to rob a bank

– That guy in U2

– Jason Statham

– Someone who makes music with his iPad and thinks he’s a musician.

All nice – sure – but none of them would suit a holiday like Halloween.  ‘Cause even if I was not a zombie or a vampire, I can assure you everybody got creeped out when they found out what my costume was about.

Mission accomplished, I guess! Still, I think next year I’m going to pretend I’m healthy and steal one of Geraldine’s ideas.