After my latest romantic failure, the easiest option for some distraction and fun would be Tinder. But, statistics….
As I keep track of my romantic and sexual adventures and I now have collected the bare minimum of sufficient date to analyze; here is some insight in the results so far.
Keeping a score card originally started to see if there was some sort of resemblance based on zodiac signs. But there is none, at least not in my list. Instead, there is a clear resemblance in performance when looking at origin/nationality.
I can confidently say that Australian men are by far better in pleasing me than Europeans or Americans.
The average scores on a 1 to 10 base:
Not just from my own data, but also checking with the friends who have global experience, they have similar experiences.
The main difference I’ve experienced is that the Australian men seem to be more primal and unrestrained. No fuss, taking the lead and making it a fulfilling exciting physical adventure. All Australians scored 8 or higher, apart from one. This one took down the average because he was too drunk and fell asleep on top and inside of me, obviously resulting in a low score.
European and American men tend to be too self aware, too careful and therefor out of rhythm and making it less relax, less organic and sometimes even uncomfortable. European men do seem to have the biggest, but this hasn’t resulted in a better experience overall.
Unfortunately, there are little to none Australian tourist in town in this season, so it’s wine instead.
A couple of years ago, I spent a week with Shy Guy to find out afterwords that he and I experienced the time together differently.
The last two weeks I felt as if I was wearing Shy guys socks for a change. ~ Walking in his shoes couldn’t be the case as the circumstances were too different. But maybe in an emotional way the situation was a bit similar.
About half a year ago I met a slightly younger guy (;Puppy) while on vacation. We had a little fling and I didn’t take it too serious. We kept in touch, sporadic texts. After a couple of months, he expressed that he had stronger feelings for me and wanted to spend more time together. He wanted to come visit. (A >20 hour journey)
I was too optimistic and maybe naive, because I didn’t see any harm in having him over. Even thought it would be fun. But already after two days, I had to come to the conclusion that his feelings for me were way stronger than my (almost non-existing) feelings for him. I’d become stuck in my own home, with a guy who was trying way too hard, forcing myself to make the best of it. Opening my legs for it not more than two times, before I gave up.
The experience made me think back about the week with Shy Guy; maybe he had been feeling just as trapped. Shy guy left me with a pretty negative aftertaste due to not being as straightforward to me as I would have appreciated. I had to take that as a lesson and be honest myself with Puppy.
Halfway during Puppy’s stay, I came clean and told him I didn’t think we were compatible and I explained why I felt that way. The rest of his stay, we behaved more like friends and I did my best to at least let him have a fun and meaningful experience in Europe. He was clearly disappointed, but it also allowed him to be more himself and drop the acts to please me.
He left this morning. I’m very relieved. And I can’t wait to get home later today, alone. In a clean bed. All to myself. And nobody asking me what’s on my mind when I’m just staring in the distance daydreaming.
Impossible not to love the day of love, right? Even as a single, I love Valentine’s day. Without expectations, yet full of hope, I check my mailbox for anonymous cards, stare at my phone waiting for love declarations to come in, but they never do. This year, I would be not only single, but also sober on Valentine’s day. While other years I would celebrate Valentine’s day with wine, movie, wine, sushi, more wine and optional a friend, this year, wine would not even be an option. But totally unexpected, Tuesday February 14th turned out to be the best Valentine’s day of my life so far.
The Sunday before V-day, I met up with an Australian guy who was visiting Amsterdam for a short 4 days. We had a match on Tinder and within a couple of texts back and forth, we decided to meet up.
Continue reading Part 49: ‘…not only single, but also sober on Valentine’s day.’
When I received a phone call from my male best friend yesterday, something hit me. If a passer-by had overheard how we communicate, he or she had probably guessed we would be partners. Maybe most single women my age have a set of males/friends in their life who in a way replace a boyfriend/husband. Continue reading Part 42: “… the boyfriend replacement pack.” (Why is Generation Y still single)
Is there something as having too much fun? The past few months have been a blast keeping myself distracted, trying to postpone making life decisions and dealing with some issues. Time has been passing and weekends have been spent either drunk or hungover. The social events just kept presenting themselves and I felt happy to make it all a big party. Surely I’ve had a few weekends where it wasn’t that crazy, but looking back on it, it has been a bit much. Continue reading After the 70 days without men, part 39; “…the hangover made the regret even worse.”
Why is it, that when we fall in love, we start behaving like retards. At a moment where we want to show our selfs from our best side, being in love makes us blind, foolish, unfocused and behaving like morons.
Continue reading After the 70 days, part 36: “… the way he looked at me. Shy, naughty, sweet, sexy, all at the same time.”
Recently I’ve experienced a guy sneaking out in the middle of the night after a couple rounds of amazing sex. Waking up alone in the bed, while I was pretty sure there was a guy next to me when I passed out, felt weird. Yet I like to have the bed for myself, so I couldn’t be bothered that much. It did got me thinking; Why would a guy leave in the middle of the night:
Continue reading After the 70 days, part 35: 7 reasons why guys leave in the middle of the night.’ (He needed to poop.)
Picture this; beautiful beaches, hot surfers, cheap delicious food, fine jewelry and fresh coconuts. And lets not forget, I’m single. Continue reading After the 70 days, part 34; “…hanging with their mates, waiting for the surfer-horny girls”
Tinder…. Always a topic when single. Always good for bad stories, or good stories. Let’s go through 10 emotional stages you go through while playing on Tinder;
1) Joy. Funny, all these people in all shapes and sizes. Some good looking, most not so much.
2) Shock. When you pass the occasional dick pic. Continue reading After the 70 days, part 30; 10 emotional stages you go through on Tinder.