Category Archives: relationships

“… he walked into the house and gestured me to follow.”

Tinder and I are in a love/hate relationship. It was yesterday that I reinstalled the app and created my account again after little over a month without. The exercise was less disappointing than previous times. There were actually some seemingly interesting guys in my radius, so plenty of matches. It had been a while that I actually used the app to chat with local guys. Previously I’d only swipe for expats or when I was abroad, as I’m generally not really into Dutch men. But there was this adventures looking local with who I matched and he started a conversation. After some chit chat, he asked me about my latest Tinder date. My reply was: “Deleted Tinder for some weeks. Had a 86 hours lasting Tinder-date in October. Needed some time to reset from that. Set up my account again today. But I’m still a bit anti. Not sure what I’m doing here really. How about you?”

Let’s go back to October:
I was on vacation in Hawaii and staying in a perfect Airbnb in a quiet area on the East side of Oahu. On a Thursday morning I sent out a random Good morning to one of the Tinder matches. Just for some local suggestions on where to go to and what to do in the neighborhood. We started chatting. Within a couple of texts back and forth we agreed to meet for coffee.

Continue reading “… he walked into the house and gestured me to follow.”

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Part 54: ‘The moustache was a great indication of what I had to expect for the night.’

As I’m working in Finance, where numbers rule, I made some calculations regarding my sex life and romantic adventures. The conclusion is that I have made big steps on the activity ladder in the past two years, this compared to the first twelve years after becoming sexually active. Yet, it’s easily defensible. I’m thirty, thirsty and I hate men. Most men that is. And so the rare occasions I meet a guy I don’t hate, if the opportunity to have physical pleasure presents itself, I take it.

The latest adventure was with ‘Porn Mouch’. A Tinder match. He looked Ozzy. Continue reading Part 54: ‘The moustache was a great indication of what I had to expect for the night.’

Part 52: ‘They are fun to play with before flying out again.’

It brought me tears of joy when my best friend told me her boyfriend had proposed and she said yes. She and I know each other for 18 years now and although she lives abroad for a while already, our friendship is very solid. Her future husband is an amazing guy. He really understands what an amazing woman she is.

While she is engaged now, I’ve been single for such a long time that I can’t even imagine sharing my time and living space with a guy and actually enjoy giving up the freedom I have gotten used to over the past seven years. I already have a hard time adjusting to having to care for animals when I accidentally offer to pet-sit. That’s probably why I’m single and why I only seem to have temporary romances.

Shyguy, Avocado man and Enjoy-the-ride aren’t exactly the type of guys you can introduce to your family, but they are the type of guys who really turn me on and who I have a lot of joy with when spending time with them. Even the bad boys tend to have sweet love in them and it’s the cutest thing to see happening. The moment when you see a tough guy melting for you when giving him a cute smile or when they actually start trying to be a gentlemen or act romantic even though it obviously isn’t something that comes natural to them… That really makes me want to have crazy wild sex. They are fun to play with before flying out again. In these cases literally as it either happened abroad or/and they were from abroad. I could enjoy it fully as there was never a threat I would have to give up part of my freedom when jumping into these adventures, as they would always only be temporary.

It only sucks hard when falling in love with one of these free spirits and struggling with a heavy heart even though it rationally was never a wish or executable idea to stay together forever, like the hearthache I ended up with after Shyguy.

My future looks like I will be the bridesmaid, never the bride.

Part 47; ‘… a man my age, still single and good looking enough…’

Yesterday evening, while on the phone with my father, he and I were discussing my single status. The thing is, my father is about to retire and he is getting more and more excited on the idea on becoming a granddad. I’m turning thirty at the end of this month, and I have a strong child wish. One problem, I don’t want to become a single mom.

Last weekend I went to Geneva to see my best friend. As far as my father knew, I would also be spending time with an ‘interesting’ man, a good potential. I forgot to inform my father sooner, that this ‘interesting’ man had misled me.

The ‘interesting’ man has an important position at an human rights organization, therefore I though he would have integrity. But truth is, he was having an online affair with me for about 3 months, while I had no clue he was already in a relationship for years. It didn’t show when we were having our video calls. So many romantic messages and plans, so much sexting, so many dick pictures. I had no reason to doubt he was single, until he started to behave different and I did some online investigation. I did met up with him for a coffee when I was back in Geneva. What remains is a man in his early midlife crisis, myself single, and a lot of dirty pictures and videos to remember these 3 spicy months.

When I explained to my father I’ve given up on believing there’s a special someone out there for me, he was disappointed. It will take some more years for my stepbrothers and their girlfriends to be ready for parenthood. Yet it’s even impossible for my father to deny I’m a perfect example of the sex and the city-generation, generation-Y, the over-emancipated woman (which is his own fault, it’s how he raised me). Even my father had to admit that he hasn’t met a man my age, still single and good looking enough, who he would consider to be a good match for me.

Part 42: “… the boyfriend replacement pack.” (Why is Generation Y still single)

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)

After the 70 days, part 35: 7 reasons why guys leave in the middle of the night.’ (He needed to poop.)

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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.)