Hot, hot, HOT. We want to be so steaming we need a cold shower. One could spend their whole life looking for that irresistible intimacy. How will we find it? What do we do once it’s lost? People say that there’s a whole world out there, they tell you to swim far and fast to truly see what’s in the sea but do they really know of how lost love affairs sink into our soul? In the ocean of love why do we only want one fish in the sea? Here in Tel Aviv I see the waters beginning to change. Yes Jerusalem will still be a spiritual center with the enigmatic spectacle of street cat calls but, here in Tel Aviv we are in the land of free the nipple and hide your heart. So get prepared to take a few more showers, things are about to get dirty. Or maybe not. If a guy you find attractive is clearly checking you out, do you wish to cast a line? The eye contact was afloat on dry land so why do I feel moved by strange tides that make me latch to the shores? “Who needs the drama of real love,” one voice says, the other says, “Who needs the theatrics of sex?” Adrift as I may be there is one thing swimming in the waters I can see in full confidence, “Who actually starts a relationship from friendship? What’s the point of a soul mate if there’s not soul when you mate?” Of course it’s vital to be friends as well as lovers, but are we really to believe that is all we want from our partner is compatible conversation? Waves of warmth that’s what we crave, the spark of life, the build up of something that gets us sincerely soaked.