i met H, an outdoor enthusiast, while i was volunteering in Jogjakarta (i still am, actually) He asked if i was interested in joining him in trekking because earlier when asked what hobbies i had i had cited 'walking around outdoors'. Since there were no activties yet on that day and he estimated that the hike would only take 3 hours to and back, i readily said yes.

so that's the background of what happened, basically.

but what is it that i really want to say?

Persistence, (particularly in men, in my humble opinion), is an extremely desirable trait. 
however, when persistence is taken to extent of being stubborn and inflexible, it becomes a very irksome and fatal weakness.

Call me picky, critical, whatever,

i really hate it when men refuse to admit that they've forgotten the way, or are wrong with directions, and/or just stubbornly want to persist and go on walking in a dangerous and unknown path. 

Trying a new path is one thing-
i have nothing (at all) against trying things new, and in fact more often than not i am/become the one encouraging others to take the path less travelled. adventure is nothing without risk-taking spirit, and surprises could be awaiting you in that very dodgy-looking path.

However, when taking the road less travelled leads to a scary-looking cliff, or a dead end, it is the most wise and common-sensical thing to do to turn back and talk the familar path that you already know. It is neither embarrassing or unmanly to admit plainly that there is no way and to offer/initiate to turn back the original way. Refusal to turn back and take the safe path is just an indicator of inflexibility and obstinance. 

When the trek, (which was originally estimated by H to take no longer than 3 hours), pulled to  4 hour length, i started feeling a rising sense of insecurity having H guide the trek. It finally concluded at 6 hours, with me walking in front really fast, wanting eagerly to go back and H trailing somewhere far behind.

it's really too bad then, that the first lasting impression H left in me was this. 

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i want to eat srabi notosuman.

and martabak.

like now.

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when a very cute boy (very aptly also your age), shyly says that the coffee you made is delicious,

and loudly declares 'i love you!!!!' (not at the same time, not on the same day)

it just makes your day.

Even if you know it's probably not serious (the love part. And maybe the coffee part too.)