Ava Zvolenszky

Women like tests. Sometimes maybe even more than they like sex!? Eh…let’s not exaggerate. Personality, intelligence, compatibility, pregnancy, no matter what kind of test you can think of…just give them a test! As soon as they find a test, they get really excited. But more than taking a test for themselves, women like to test men. Just to fail them.

One of the advantages of drinking your coffee in a public place is that you pay more attention to what is happening around you, especially if the voice at the next table does not want to fall below a volume dedicated only to those at the table.

Because I just got back home, serene and full of energy, after waking up in the middle of the night to do important work. The city was grey, and people were confused when they saw me singing behind the wheel, wondering why on earth I’m so happy at this hour: because I choose to be if you really want to know.

One sunny day, after I argued with the Waze lady a few times about the directions, I managed to reach my destination.

As usual, I find the only parking spot within a radius of 200 meters, a bit squeaky and quite confusing regarding the legality of parking there, but I do not stop to think too much. When I was spinning more gracefully the steering wheel, out of the next building comes a lady in her 40s, beautiful, thin, and fiery, the kind you look into her eyes, and you know there is no point in messing with her.

You train a good part of your life. For the show of your life. The one that doesn’t last just two hours. But a lifetime. Nobody has tickets at the entrance. Because it’s not a show for the public. Or it shouldn’t be. It’s just for you. For you two. And that makes it all the more important.

After many years of being a kind of Yes Man – well, woman – and I embraced all the nonsense of the earth (some of which came out exceptionally and others did not go well at all, but not at all !!), a while ago I decided to listen better.

Look, is coming again this year. What do you mean who? Valentine’s Day.

For me, it’s just another day on the calendar day. If I could get any material benefits from it, I would embrace it instantly. I mean, if they were to gave me time off from the company (now no longer the case, but you get the point) or if I got a bonus cause it’s February 14th, I’d argue loud and clear to love each other more on the 14th. As this is not the case, I celebrate it as any other day, i.e., with as much love as on the 13th, as on the 15th.

Because of my former job, I have received and still receive all kinds of invitations to all sorts of tech events dedicated exclusively to women in the field. For the field is somehow still dominated by men, but not because men would exclude women or not consider them competent enough. The rights are equal; opportunities are equal; women are valued as much as men.

Most of the time, maybe even more important. Cause it can help you save yourself from unhappiness. I don’t believe that love dies off. Or gets lost. At most, it transforms. In thousands of ways. But it doesn’t die off. If it did, it means it never was. But I strongly believe that people can evolve differently and stop liking each other, often confusing this with the loss of love.

I think it was also a movie… “In bed with the enemy” or something like that. I haven’t seen that one. But I see it everywhere around in real life. In which you can swear that the two had taken a vow to hunt each other, for better or for worse, until death do them part.