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Part 49: ‘…not only single, but also sober on Valentine’s day.’

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.

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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 37: “… bed bunk isn’t ideal for sex”

As mentioned in my previous blog, I decided to see if a heartache can really be cured by a rebound. Solely for research purposes. The best way to get a rebound in a blink is through Tinder nowadays, so I started swiping. It didn’t take long before I found some cuties. Including some tourists. Since the purpose was to find just a rebound, I figured a tourist would be ideal. I texted one of my matches I would be able to meet up for a drink that evening. He was happy to do so and asked me for suggestions on where to meet, outside of the touristic scene. I happened to know a really nice cocktail bar, located right in the middle of our individual locations. We met at 9 PM, which was pretty late given the fact that I had work the next morning, but I had some issues with time management that day. 

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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:

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