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SIGH!…..
I am standing outside of the bar, looking at the big outdoors screen, trying to see the score for the football game. She catches my eye. Dark long hair, big expressive eyes with a hint of eye-liner, nice thin body. She keeps peeking at me and I keep staring her. After half an hour she leaves, and she passes next to me. I take her arm and ask her where she’s from. She says Italy. I get her number and feel reborn. Some minutes pass and she texts me saying she will be back and she wants to see me later. I meet her after a couple of hours, and we start to talk. Although for some strange reason the conversation is not moving so fast. I have a feeling I have nothing to say. After couple of hours of hanging with her and some friends of ours we say goodnight and that’s it. She told me she is leaving for holidays and she’ll be back in two weeks. Where did that go wrong? Or didn’t it?
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Since last weekend I dated a lot. I actually lost any shame I had, and just go for it. Talk & Flirt. I do it since 10 years ago so it makes sense I’ve perfected the art. Most of the times I end up with a bunch of numbers. These numbers with the proper care turn into dates. Some more effort and .. nothing. Why? Because I’m not so motivated to do the extra effort, because, well, I don’t really like them. (and I see girls I like a lot every day! duh.) (ps: my next blog post will be a whole detailed list of things I like and dislike to a girl)
I know – you might think I’m massively trying to hook up or get laid – but trust me it’s not the case.
I am still trying to find someone nice to hang out, chat, date, do stuff, have fun. And yes, fall for..
Most of the girls I dated this last past week were Eastern European girls: Unfortunately.. it’s a nono for me. They lack the class. The style. And most of the times, they’re broke. Like broke broke. And their English accents? Really non-sensual. Some of them are nice though. One especially is really polite, and easy going. I think she is interested (although you never know). But I think I like her the least. It’s always like that isn’t it?? You never like the person you SHOULD be with.
I went to the Dutch – Speaking region of Belgium this Thursday. I visited the big city called Antwerp, and I really liked it. First of all: Dutch speakers ARE BLOND. Second of all, the ghetto of Brussels simply does not exist over there. Am I moving? YES I AM. Am I taking Dutch courses? YES !
Some self-confidence boost last days.. I might need some ‘tuning’ in my post-get-number-moves, but I’m on a good track. I mean seriously, I don’t know ANY guy who can pull that easily.
NEXT POST: THE BIG LIST OF THINGS I LIKE AND DISLIKE IN A DATE.
ps :do you remember the bitch ? the one we’re working together? who snobbed me in the supermarket? Who then came and apologize?
