After our date on Wednesday, I waited Thursday, and texted her Friday morning, around 09:30. Casual message, asking how she is. It’s Saturday afternoon and I haven’t got any reply.

I guess even if I get a reply, it will be something like “hey sorry my phone was dead for .. 3 days, and we didn’t have electricity, I was going to call you but I had a sore throat and I couldn’t speak.. etc etc” -

Yeah, right.

I’m officially going into introvert – power-down mode. Small depression crisis ahead. And the circle goes on.

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Friday night I had my friend over and since there was only one thing happening in town – an open air outdoors party -, I decided to take him there. It was quite fun, plus, I met someone! Yes, your guess was right: A Dutch girl !

I spotted her the first second I went there. A very tall, blonde, sweet looking, smiling girl..

I managed to find her contact info, – as she was leaving when I decided to talk to her – , and we got into talking.

Thanks to my good friend M and my friend who was over from Greece, I did not rush into mass-texting her or directly proposing a date (as I usually do!) Instead, I waited. We had some casual chats, and finally I asked her out.

She accepted, and last night we went for beers. (she totally out-drank me..)

I was not going to make any move, but for some reason we ended up good-night-kissing .. (it’s fun to kiss someone your own height!)

I don’t want to go rush and say things, she is actually leaving for summer holidays soon, she is also a bit young-ish, but that’s just thoughts I have to make in order to not fall for her really fast, cause I like her very very much.

It’s strange – I feel that I don’t want to rush things, I want to know her better, that’s my “target”. Sounds really mature doesn’t it? I know. Maybe all the experience is paying back now, you know when to take things slowly, you know when it’s worth to do so. If only I had done that before I would have enjoyed a lot more my personal life.

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I decided to put in practice the experience I acquired lately and start to improve my blogs lisability, look and feel. Feel free to comment on the new changes. Come on now, don’t be shy.

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It’s been a month or so, my blog changed from a feelings, thoughts & experiences journal, to an endless narration of flirting and one-night-stands.
It’s not a secret, I like flirting, and I remember me liking it every since I was a teenager. Although I didn’t exercise it a lot. Maybe that’s why I’m over-doing it: I come from a country where hooking up is not that common, or, maybe where I wasn’t that popular. Repressed wishes.
The fact that I’m blogging about it in detail only last weeks, doesn’t mean it just started of course. I am essentially single almost TWO years now, and the few times I thought I’d let go and fall for, I regretted.
Most of the times, the girls I like, don’t like me back, or are not mature enough or old enough to want a ‘serious’ thing.
Of course, when you hunt young blondes you don’t have much chances to begin with, but it’s not really something I decide – you either like someone or you don’t.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that, when you throw yourself out there, it’s not always fireworks and fairy tales. I have had my moral crushed several times, and each time hurts more than the previous one. I tend to react when that happens. I’m becoming more cynic with time. I trust less easily and evaluate faster how fucked-up a situation is. And I judge people with the same strictness they judge me. As a general rule, the more people you meet, the greater the chances are that you meet a bitch and an asshole. And I’ve had my share of bitches alright.

Result? I lose my respect for the other gender, day after day after day.

PLUS, Aside from all the partying and the flirting, I am lonely. I sleep alone and wake up alone. I cook & eat alone. And that’s what matters. The endless moving has aspects I had not considered:
1/ I feel a foreigner : As well as I speak the language and try to integrate, I am always a foreigner- and as I don’t make local friends and girlfriends, I become less and less integrated.
2/ I have no real friends : Almost all the people I met these past couple of years live in a different country now. And even when we lived in the same country we never had a real connection. I made one good friend back in France – that’s it. I realized how fun it is to hang out with people that you know and know you this weekend that I had a greek friend over from Greece. (maybe my only one left)

That’s where random girls come and fill the void.

Regardless, I already had decided to post more diverse subjects. I have some custom recipes and some book and film reviews for you readers. Maybe I can mix all that with flirting.

I am still the same man. I have a thirst for love and I believe in “the one very special person”. I think I ought to myself to keep looking for it: People say don’t search too much, it will happen. That’s bullshit. It won’t happen if you don’t make it happen. You can be NOT desperate and still on the look.

My last lesson is to be patient. I might move too fast and scare them away. I followed some advice and it seems it’s working. I won’t post about it unless I have something concrete. If you don’t hear for that again consider it another failed story.

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WHAT A DAY IT WAS TODAY.

First of all, I am having some problems over at work lately.

Apparently there’s a bully I’ll have to face. And oh I so much hate bullies. I’ll post more about that another time. It’s not worth it.

A Greek friend of mine arrived tonight, and we headed to this open-air party called APEROS which was below this big .. thing..called ATOMIUM.

the party was pretty crazy, lots of blondes as you can imagine, most of them foreigners.

note to self no1: there are many cute girls these days

note to self no2: have you ever had this feeling, when you liked someone so much, but then one day you run into her and you go.. “hm.” “fat!”

Well that happened to me today ! Of course, the competition is strong. I met another dutch! I think I’m making a collection out of them. lol.

Although, no scandinavians around. AT ALL. WHAT THE FUCK? I’ve met people from everywhere, but no Danish, no Swedes, no Finns, nothing. SAD.

I realized something important today that I’d like to share:

YES I do miss my family and maybe 2-3 close friends that I was able to have in Greece. When I felt like talking, bout something serious (such as work problems), I called my folks. Surprisingly, the talk with them was very calming. No matter how much I complain or I play fed-up with my previous lifestyle, there are values and people I count on.

Dating wise?… I could go and date some girlies, but they either leave Brussels soon, or live far from here. I think the ones I really like are not that interested.

CRAP ! I WAS GOING TO FORGET THE BIGGEST NEWS EVER !

A friend of mine, gave me this list of agencies that have offices in the Netherlands. (no no, not the Dutch girl I dated in May. She did not have time to answer my email when I asked for info).

So, I mailed one of these agencies, and they answered saying they wanna see my detailed profile and maybe meet-up.

SHIT! ISN’T THIS GREAT? I mean, I maybe am not finding the woman of my dreams, but I’m building a KICK-ASS CV, and getting really great experiences travelling around Europe.

Let’s see how that’ll go.

For now, sleep… I am SO tired..

PS: WHERE ARE YOU miss K?

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A series of MINOR incidents (but like REALLY minor) can affect your mood.

The ugly Latvian

I went out on a date with her it’s been a month or more. I actually met her one night at this party, and was seriously tipsy, so as you can imagine, she was looking a lot more attractive than she really was. After the first date, I said “NO” to a series of proposals, and of course, as it happens usually, she tried to “bite me in the ass”.

I will try to quote the facebook chat we had, although it might not make sense since it’s out of context. To cut a long story short, I met her through a common ex-friend, my crazy neighbor, but as in between I decided to sent my neighbor to hell (or back to her shrink), our “common friends” were no longer common. When the phrase common friends was mentioned in the chat, I replied “we don’t have common friends” and she ironically said: “I was going to ask if you have any friends but I didn’t because you’d get upset”. (as if I am the only person in the world who would get upset if asked that question). Strangely, I kept my calm, replied that yes I do, and thanks for asking. (even if I still had an urge to punch her in the face) Then I thought about her situation: She comes from a SHITTY country, where the national product is.. prostitutes, she’s 30+, single and ugly. No reason to fight with the poor bastard. But still it messed with my mood a bit.

The bitch at work

It’s been about two weeks I had noticed a new girl at work. She was working in the same floor as I, but on the other end of the floor. She looked young and cute, so she drew my attention. She was no supermodel in any possible way, bit chubby, but still cute, and smiling. She looked like a girl you can easily talk to. But I guess this “radar” of mine is SERIOUSLY broken – and you’ll understand way right now.

I smiled at her couple of times, and she smiled back once, so Monday as I was coming back from lunch break, and she was all alone in the office, I decided to talk. I said hi, she said “hi” back at me, and I asked her what language she wants to speak and where she comes from. She said some stuff, rather pleasant, and then I asked for her email. She wrote it for me in a piece of paper. I went back to my office, and wrote her after a while. The handwriting was not clean at all, which got me into thinking. I had to try one or two times in order to find it.

Here is the sequence of the emails, intact:

From: ME
Sent: Monday 19 July 2010 13:29
To: HER
Subject:

hi S,

my name is xxxx btw.. xxxxxx actually.

nice to meet you

(check the date. she actually did not answer, so I thought something happened with the email)

From: ME
Sent: 20 July 2010 10:17
To: HER
Subject: FW:

(did I misspell the address, or did I end up in spam?..)

From: HER
Sent: Tuesday 20 July 2010 11:06
To: ME
Subject: RE:

I just don’t know what you want from me? Send you  a mail back? Well, here he is, but I’ve nothing to say.

I have a boyfriend & I’m just working here for a month. I don’t think it’s a good idea to send mails, since we don’t even know each other…

S.

From: ME
Sent: 20 July 2010 11:51
To: HER
Subject: RE:

From: HER
Sent: Tuesday 20 July 2010 11:06
To: ME
Subject: RE:

You are not annoying and I know it’s difficult to meet people, but I’m 19 years old and I’m leaving next week, so it’s not a good idea to become friends

As you can imagine I did not answer that. Which left me frustrated. It’s the most shocking reply I’ve ever had. I keep getting “shocks” over here. Why the fuck did she stress her age?! I’m 27 years old For FUCKS sake.

Whatever, I have no more comments. The German girl also did not answer yet, and probably will not, which makes my temper PRETTY edgy at the moment. Have to channel some energy somewhere. Someone will pay for that.

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Don’t expect any news at this post. No email reply from the last one (die German) – weird. I wonder why would one not reply -at all.. And this happens a lot lately. A small chat, an email exchange, no reply. Shit. Am I getting older or uglier?! One’s for sure : I DRESS BETTER ! Ok there’s another one : I aim high. But but, why.. I would always reply to someone, even if I’m not interested. RUDE CHICKS! But anyway. I’ve seen worse. I asked this one girl I kinda dated for some job info for the Netherlands (yes yes, the dutch girl that is) and I never got a reply. Geez. No comments. Theory verified, the more you run behind a chick, the less respect she shows for you.

Saturday I visited the nearby city, GHENT. Which proves one thing: Brussels is maybe the ugliest city of Belgium. Noone stays here cause he likes it. Eastern europeans who can’t get employed anywhere else like it: They claim BRUSSELS IS THE COOLEST CITY ever. (of course it is. IF YOU COME FROM FUCKING LATVIA OR ROMANIA for fucks sake)

Whatever. This weekend I’m having a friend of mine from Greece over! Will be fun. And confirmed: I’m visiting Amsterdam in mid-August. (maybe even earlier if the friend I made recently invites me to see Den Haag.)

Being working a bit more lately.. I keep seeing this.. married girl. (shhh dont tell anyone!) It’s weird, but it’s so easy-going, and since I’m single.. why not. Not that it gives me anything more than pleasure bedwise.

I feel a bit “blah” lately. I wanna do something. Party bit harder, read a book, get a new job, anything.

I’m off to bed. It’s midnight. My leg hurts since yesterday. No idea why. I googled it cause I’m hypochondriac. Doesn’t seem swollen or red, so no thrombosis (I guess). I walked A LOT last weekend so maybe that’s that.

GODNAT – HYYVA YOTA – GOODNIGHT – BUONA NUOTE – KALHNYXTA

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Place Luxembourg, hanging with my good dutch friend who is visiting brussels for a day. Chance to hang out, catch up, and do what we love most.

It always sets me on a very good mood when I’m with people I appreciate. This has an effect to my behavior towards people, and my dating too.

We’re walking here and there chatting, and there I see her:

MA-GNI-FI-CENT.

Frackles! ( I love frackles ) white skin, the greenest eyes EVER, long blonde hair, dressed sexy but not slutty. Reminded me some of K.

I think about it for a while and try to hear them talk..

GERMANS !

I take the initiative – as my friend is rather shy – and talk.

I start with asking them if they’re German – and the answer is positive (of course!)

NEWBIES LESSON no1: TRY TO ASK A FIRST QUESTION WHERE THE ANSWER IS YES. It’s purely psychological. Sets in a good mood.

She is definitely out of my league, I am falling for her each second she looks at me. But I don’t panic. You know she’s hot – I know she’s hot – She knows she’s hot, but I keep it down. No offensive moves, no desperate questions or requests, just getting to know each other. Ask her questions, let her talk. That’s what I did.

As we talked she was coming closer and closer to me, although I didn’t

LESSON no2: Let her come to you, don’t go to her.

She seemed tipsy – and flirty. Was it because of the alcohol? We’ll soon find out.

I still think she is WAY OUT OF MY LEAGUE.

As the conversation goes, she mentions she has a party next weekend at her place and invites me. I get her e-mail address.

I was tempted to mail her TONIGHT (I Know, old me!) but my friend talked me out of it. Thank god.

I’ll mail her sometime tomorrow. Besides, I don’t think she’s staying here for long. It’s either a yes or a no.

But boy how cute she is. I couldn’t even look her directly in the eyes.

SO EAGER TO MAIL HER AND SEE WHAT’S GOING ON ! Tell me what to do!! commeeent

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Sunday afternoon I was invited by my good Dutch friend to see the World Cup Final in a bar where all the Dutch were going.

I arrived at the bar like half an hour before the game, and after realizing what was going on (partee), I just stood there:

My head did a 360 degree scan of the bar, and yes, as you might have already understood from the image above, it was good.

I felt like.. the teenager who was going to the Arcade games for his first time. I mean seriously, WTF ?

Blonde and classy, and most importantly: social!

I guess you’re wondering if I hooked up. Well, how couldn’t I?

No, honestly, I did not force it – at all – this time. But she was looking back, I was looking forth, why not? I have to warn you: It’s not one of these love at first sight thingies I keep having, no. But she is cute, and we ended up having drinks after the game.

She’s a tour guide living in Den Hague. We had a nice chat, we exchanged numbers and emails and she invited me over to Hague. I talked to her about my possible plans to move to Holland. I had a feeling she wanted me to. lol. She’s blonde and green eyed, although.. a tad older than me.. (+5 y) Physically, she was a bit too casually dressed, but that made perfect sense since she was going to see a game, and she wasn’t in the best shape. I wasn’t looking very well either.

We kissed good night (cheek!) and I came back home feeling nice about myself. I didn’t have a one-nighter, in the contrary I met someone nice. Above all.. I realized how nice the ambiance was, I understood that things up there will be different than over here and I might have done one more step towards taking the final decision.

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