5 Jul 2010
The people of Brussels

When I decided to move to Brussels, I had a very clear image of the city. I knew where I was coming:

Big part of the people are between 25 and 35 years old, generally starting or recently started their careers, foreigners.

I was actually right.

Here is the people you meet around Brussels:

The Belgians

What foreigners say about the Belgians is that “we don’t see them, we don’t know them”. And that’s often mutual. The Belgians although they’re not as snob as the French are, often do not know or go to the places foreigners go. Some do not even know of places which are packed with people like the square next to the European Parliament – Place du Luxembourg.

They prefer some bars or clubs outside of the city – where public transportation is non-existent. Generally the Belgians live and go out in places where there is no public transportation – they love their cars. I guess this is also some form of filtering from the massive amounts of immigrants who live here. (I do understand them to be perfectly honest)

Brussels Belgian girls are not typically beautiful, tall, blonde, thin, or stylish. (If you wanna see some of that, go up north to the Flemish region)

The couples

Big part of the Belgian or Foreign people are long-term couples, engaged or married. In my honest opinion they have the best life: Travel a lot, are able to leave outside the city centre (which can easily be described as stinky as the Athenian one – and sometimes even stinkier) cause they don’t care about going out so distance from the town is not a problem, can afford better houses, etc. They spend lots of their time thinking of where to move: whether the south or another more interesting country/city, they don’t seem to like it over here. Obstacle: Brussels PAYS..

The Eastern-European newcomers

Sub-category of the foreigners/Eurocrats, the recent expansion of the EU to include many countries from Eastern Europe (such as Latvia, Slovenia, etc) brought a massive wave of people from these countries to work to the EU Institutions. I have the impression they are so many – or maybe I keep meeting them because they are all new here as I am, who knows. Interestingly, dating-wise, Eastern European girls do follow many clichés that made them famous: They prefer older men, want to get settled, married, create a family, etc. That’s something you wouldn’t hear from a 25 year old girl otherwise. (most of the northern one’s have other worries: how to get cheap drinks, and where to find the best parties)

The Ghetto

Brussels is the European city with the biggest percentage of African immigrants. This results in several areas of Brussels (such as the city centre) which are dangerous, dirty, and should be avoided. Almost all of my friends-girls have had some kind of problem when walking near the city centre after the sunset.

The Students / Interns

I am not sure the Students should be in the same category as the Interns. This is because the Belgian Students do a more or less normal life – the Interns – Especially those of the Commission, party-hardy quite a lot. When I first got here, all men where narrating all these stories for Intern girls, saying how easy they were etc. I think the EU Interns of Brussels are the Erasmus students of elsewhere. Rumour has it that many Intern girls try to hook up with Permanent EU employees so that they have someone who can support their application in case they want to be permanent employees.

The rest

The big majority of the foreigners working here work in companies that have to do directly or indirectly with the European institutions. Most of them are single, and most of them spend quite some of their time trying to find someone. This makes absolute sense, as Brussels is a boring city, and when  you are in the 25-35 period of your life, you usually want to get settled – or just have someone on your side. What does not make any sense is why a really big part of these people remain single for a longtime. This is a phenomena that until this day I haven’t managed to understand. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that many consider this city as a “transitional” phase in their lives, they come and they go, thus have a conscious or subconscious fear of commitment – leading to a break-up some months (or years?) later.

I am also sure I am forgetting some categories that I had in mind when planning to write this post over here. I’ll just update it as soon as I remember them.

4 Jul 2010
Sleep deprivation messes with my brain chemical balance

(Self-explanatory title)

Slept like 6 hours – I couldn’t sleep more, it’s way too hot – and woke up in a bad mood. That’s what happens when I’m really tired after a night-out.

STUPID HEAT. Am I in Belgium or was I magically teleported to the south!?

The fatigue makes me go negative thinking – the dark side – even if objectively I am having fun lately. There’s one fact though: I’m still pretty much single.

The question is why do I mind so much? Take the Dutch girl for example: She doesn’t seem to have any crazy dating life and she’s more or less the same age as me. And she doesn’t seem to care a lot.

Mentality differences? Who’s normal and who’s not? (I would take a guess here and say truth lies somewhere in the middle of it)

Sometimes I doubt if one person’s behaviour is really different and special, so I observed another good friend’s – a guy – attitude towards relationships. He being Dutch too. Funny, symptoms were more or less the same: Difficult in expression, postponing contacts, putting off email replies, hesitant to call or text.. use of alcohol to overcome these inhibitions.

Anyway, I’m blabing again. A little extra sleep and I’ll feel fine immediately. (I will still be single though) :)

4 Jul 2010
The Italian Girl paradox

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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?

I NAILED HER !

3 Jul 2010
I do

I MISS ALL OF IT

syros

The problem with being in Brussels is that nothing inspires you to fall in love. No charm in this city. At all. Greece had it, Aix had it, Brussels doesn’t.

26 Jun 2010
Holding back the years

This week, I had flash backs from 2008. It’s being more than a year or more I had flashbacks that intense. I recall and revive moments, you know what moments I am talking about. Dialogues, images, fights, memories. I am not analyzing of course, I did these analysis so many times, so many times over and over and over again. I just miss the good parts. All the good parts. No, come to think of it, I even  miss the bad parts. Oh shit, I don’t know.

There’s one person who I think can write over all that.

23 Jun 2010
On the road again !

Last couple of days my mind has been flirting with the idea of moving – again. It would be hell of a good experience, added value to my CV and would put the small cherry – on top of the big cherry – on top of the cake which writes :

“HEY PEOPLE, I GOT NEWS: I FINALLY MADE IT LIVING ABROAD – TO THREE DIFFERENT COUNTRIES!”

It’s really early, so I wouldn’t bet on me leaving – or when would that be. But I know that I’m still at an age I can move around. And (as you all readers suppose know) I am single, so I can take decisions just by.. myself.

Greece didn’t qualify for the World Cup’s 16 best teams :( Pretty bummed. Especially if your daily routine is .. average, you need some good news to be happy again.

Which brings us to: my daily routine. Which is.. a routine.

Each day I wake up around the same time – as everybody else -, have the same breakfast, hear more or less the same things on TV/radio, dress up, take the metro, change to the tram, arrive at the station, turn left, go up, turn right, down the big stairs, take the badge of my backpack, enter the big turning door, slide the badge on the badge scanner, go across the end of the big hallway, to the left, turn right to the elevators, call the elevator, wait from 5 to 20 seconds depending on the day, enter, hit FLOOR 15, go off the elevator, scan my badget to the door, enter the offices, drop my backback hang my leather coat, sit on my chair, say hi to the guy sitting next to me..

Thankfully the guy sitting next to me is actually a really cool cool guy (as actually many other colleagues are!), 50 years old, from the Netherlands, and he has quite some stories to tell this guy. I hope I have as many as he does when I’m at his age.

What was I saying? Ah yes, my routine. So yes, and after a day of not so exciting work, take my stuff and do the exact same route back home.

Include a weekend with a couple of night-outs and some beers, and there you have it. Ok I might be exagerating a bit – AS ALWAYS ! -

This weekend I might be going out of Brussels again.. Shopping or pre-shopping as the sales kick in soon. I’m still keeping my promise not to date if there’s nothing interesting, and tomorrow I might be going to my second running session, I hope I last more than 10 minutes this time.

Now off to sleep !

21 Jun 2010
Delete, delete, delete, del..

Remember how I wrote about the root of all evil being the constant hunt of dates? Well, it seems I was wright.

Saturday I got up refreshed after a good night’s sleep – finally – and decided to hit the train to ANTWERP -alone-. I loved the city, what’s not to love about it anyway? It was CLEANER, TRENDIER, lot more HIP than Brussels. Thing which confirm my fears: There’s better than Brussels for sure. But more on that later.

Had some lunch there, and came back to Brussels early afternoon to go to the Fete De La Musique. As I had written, a friend of mine was ‘setting me up’ with a friend of his, a Belgian girl. Or, better, woman. She was cute, but bit too old for me. (+11 years older) And looks-wise, blonde, but, seems she didn’t get valuable experience throughout the years when it comes to clothing! I mean, I don’t like “All-stars” generally, but, on a 37 yrd old, I think everyone will agree with me there are better options for a first impression. She facebooked me after the date and asked me out, I initially thought “why not”, but then again I remembered what I had promised myself: No useless dating. (definition of useless: going out with people you really don’t feel something special in the air)

I felt so relaxed throughout the weekend, cause I didn’t really care about dates, text messages, and all that charade. Today I went running – shit – I am really not in shape :( I hope I don’t abandon this soon. Won’t be easy in the beginning.

And these little moments that I couldn’t resist my temptations and texted girls who I knew are far from being ‘the women of my life’ , I regretted.

I am indeed taking more time for MYSELF, and I am indeed taking a distance from useless dating. But I won’t abandon my private life just because I met the wrong people.

I have being told that I categorise too much, and maybe that’s true, but I am so often right. For example, after three months in Belgium, I do begin to slowly understand the dating habits here. Of course, it is a mystery, as it is not the same as in France (or Greece).

And what do I realize? I need to forget any chance about getting involved with a Local Belgian. Unfortunately their view of things is so different from mine. I can’t break it down just yet, but to cut a long story short, they.. follow the ‘busy’ model. Unless you are looking for a one-nighter, initial phases of dating can take weeks, or months. At least that’s the impression I have. And you’re heading towards several ‘calendar discussions’ as I use to call them:

“Are you free Thursday?”

“No, but I’m available Saturday!”

“Oh, I can’t make it on Saturday, I got this thing. Let’s fix it for next week!”

Multiply that, add some more on top of it, and you got my dating story so far in Belgium. BOOOOOOOORING ! The funny part? Some of these same women will sleep with you at the same night you met them just with the right amount of alcohol. But then won’t want anything more. Isn’t it.. weird?!

I know I know, I have this fear now: If I can’t adapt to this (and I am sure I can’t).. How do I exactly plan on having a personal life?

I just hope for expatriates, the other foreigners. Besides, I can’t have a french-speaking relationship. Forget it.

So yeah, I am optimistic now, I focus on myself, in the good way, and I keep my eyes and ears open. I remain a MAN, thus, I am not sitting in my corner waiting for women to do the first step. But I don’t go out with just anybody, I really filter – but in a more essential way.

I know I’ll end up finding someone nice. They’ve told me not to be specific on my criteria, but I can’t help it. I know that in order for me to be able to stay with someone for a while, she should have just something.

I feel she’s coming closer, and I hope I don’t have to wait for her too long.

It’s 00:15 and tomorrow is a workday ! Next time I will post you about what do I think about Brussels what’s my plan for the months to come. Although I don’t really know what this is!:)

19 Jun 2010
Changes ! (TBA)

I might be overdoing it sometimes with my fixations or obsessions or whatever you want to call it, but at least I’m self-conscious.

I have realized, since a very long time, that maybe the root of all evil – when it comes to unsuccessful dating – can be the effort of dating itself. My non-dating interests didn’t increase but decreased as I got older, and that’s not how it should be. I could say “who the fuck cares how it should be”, but I actually DO care. Why? Well cause all abuses and everything that goes over the top is a loss of balance in life. Ancient greeks said it, “Παν μέτρον αριστον” which sums up to.. well, don’t over do it.  (ok, I simplified :)

So, I will indeed try to cut back on my usual “hobbies” and focus on new ones. And in order not to jinx it, I will post about it as soon as I actually start doing something, and not before doing it.

Otherwise, I skipped the weekly open-air free-entrance party today. I figured not stuffing another 2 litters of beer in my system wouldn’t be THAT bad, I mean, let’s face it, drinking and flirting is not going away any-time soon. Today I felt as all of this is “SO LAST YEAR”. (plus I bet good money noone actually GETS LAID after these.) But to be completely honest, I went out last night, and I did massive amounts of all of that -my colleagues saw another side of me, as I got shit-faced and decided to try my chances with several Eastern European blondes-. (which remind me: I’ve never really hit on an Eastern European, and there’s definitely something strange about them.) My colleagues said they found me very brave. I bet they’re lying :) ( I would say bravely stupid). The highlight of the night was this one girl: Of course blonde etc etc, really nice outfit and slim style, I went over and started asking these general questions. When she said “I’m an intern”, I followed with “oh, and how long are you staying?”. And when she replied “two or three weeks more” I said “oh ok, was very nice meeting you, see you around!”. But enough bout that.

I watched a film that seriously MOVED me. The funny thing is that I had since like MONTHS and I didn’t want to watch it. It’s called “Paris” (just that) and it was out in 2008. There are many good French actors in it, including maybe the DEFINITION of a girl one would MADLY FALL IN LOVE FOR, Mélanie Laurent. I don’t think my words are enough to describe her, a photo doesn’t do justice as the real falling in love starts when she speaks, a typical perfect example of a French girl… there she is:

Melanie Laurent

WHICH REMINDS ME: How sad is it, that French girls can be so feminine, so sweet, so witty.. and yet.. have such bad characters when it comes to real connection and next level.

I Bought new shooees ! yeei ! I actually had to order them cause they didn’t have my size, but I was so sure I was buying them. I just put them and the fit like a glove. It’s so my style. So, after this good purchase, I was quite happy with my life that I didn’t feel any guilt for skipping a bunch of tipsy blondes in the festival.

Tomorrow it’s the Fete de La musique, and I am probably going out and about, NO drinking as this beer belly is getting bigger and bigger, lots of walking, and a friend is setting me up with someone late afternoon. I KNOW I KNOW, I said no dating, but he offered, the girl looks good -photo wise-, she’s even older than me, sounds like a good one. A well preserved 30ish yr old blonde Belgian with taste in music and art – as my friend said – . Let’s see, with my history, I’m not really optimistic, but.. I’ll post about this tomorrow night – I guess – (If I don’t, start to worry)

Sleep tight folks

16 Jun 2010
The one where I’m really tired [uncensored]

The weekend that passed wasn’t let’s say one of the best ones. I did something that.. well, I shouldn’t. I was never really good with definitions, but I guess it’s more or less a one-night-stand. Only that it wasn’t at night. I was so hesitant that I was about to cancel the date couple of hours before. And I should have. You can call me a “girl” or whatever, but having sex with someone you’ve met only once is definitely 1/ NOT FUN 2/ AWKWARD 3/ Rather depressing after it happens 4/ You go really with guessing as you don’t know what the person likes.

Note to self: Forget one night stands. Clearly a sport not made for you. Actually not a good sport generally.

Anyway, I got into thinking after all that, and when thinking enters the game, sleep goes bye bye. So, the SNOWBALL effect, an average Friday, a bad decision on Saturday, screwed-up sleep next 3 days or so. All this for practically nothing.

I got a bit moody cause the girl wanted nothing more, which THEORETICALLY is ok -on paper-, cause I didn’t like her very much physically (Seriously, I can do much better), and her character wasn’t something I would normally be interested in. But Practically it wasn’t ok cause it wasn’t me who took the decision, so my ego took a big big hit. (boys understand me now). Meh, it’s alright, wont even remember her name in a week, I betcha’.

Last days at work I am SO tired and sleepy. Yes I do need holidays, all my collegues have taken some days here and there, I have been working NON-STOP since I started. I am thinking of taking one day or two within June or July, although I don’t know where to go and with whom. I’m bad at planning stuff this way. (or any way)

I also contacted the dutch girl. It’s funny, cause she might be reading this, and it would make sense to filter it out of the post. But wouldn’t be so true (blogwise). So, felt like seeing how she’s doing and all, mailed her asking her to meet, (since we tend to meet in every other event here and there), but I guess it might be awkward for her, so we’re leaving this to chance! Et voila!

What am I looking for then now? Well, Friday it’s the Apero’s fest, I’ve being staying ‘clean’ of booze all week so I deserve some fun. Let’s see if I ll run into the one-night stand girl, me likey play the ego game when in shape, so she’ll pay.

I think I’m goin’ Antwerp Saturday for shopping!

13 Jun 2010
Types of people I hate the most

The fake Buddha

They use the words “energy” “positive” and “vibe” all the time. Of course they have no idea about the actual meaning of “energy” – eastern philosophies and such – . They just read it in the latest Cosmo or heard Carrie Bradshaw talking about it in the latest Sex & The City movie. Discussion between girls: One of them is chubby, so she can’t catch a break in her dating life. The advice her girlfriends give her? “BE POSITIVE!” “SMILE” and it will happen. HELL IT WONT! The advice they should actually give her: “LOSE 20 kilos and stop eating burgers you fatty !”

The “s/he’s my friend”

Don’t you meet people who start talking about people they know – but like ALL THE TIME? They know everyone, and they have one friend for each conversation subject. They know a director, an actor, a guy working in your company, or the guy who OWNS your company, the ex-girlfriend of the owner of your favourite restaurant and bla bla bla. THE TRUTH: They may have said “hi” to all these people. Best case scenario they have shared couple of hours. STOP USING THE WORD FRIEND FOR ANY RANDOM PEOPLE YOU SHAKE HANDS WITH.

The “I’m direct and honest”

They mention it really early in the conversation. It makes a good impression to know you’re talking about someone who speaks his mind. AND THEN SHIT START TO HAPPEN. You met like 1 hour ago, and they go:

Hey why are you wearing black all the time” – “Uhm.. you’ve seen me just twice, remember?”.

The remarks increase geometrically with time, at some point you really start to worry:

Shit, she might is right. I am wearing too much black clothes lately. And hey maybe this haircut is not the best – shit, am I thinning on top !?” – HEY WAIT A MINUTE !

You are FAT and UGLY – How come YOU are the one who makes the remarks?!

I’m direct and honest usually means I have no manners, and I lack sensitivity and diplomacy. Everyone likes people who speak their mind, but you don’t wake up someone by throwing a bucket of cold water in his face, you give him a friendly tap on the shoulder and wait for Five minutes.

The “No, it’s not me who’s fat, you’re just wearing the wrong eye glasses”

Directly related to the previous category of -let’s call them- “people”, these ones are so insecure with themselves that have passed to a level where instead of feeling bad about themselves, they prefer to make you feel bad about yours. They wear their “I’m good with myself” mask and go out searching for victims. Seriously – these people are DANGEROUS, avoid them with any means. They can be pure evil as they have usually no limits whatsoever. They will scan you for soft spots and step on them with their giant huge FEET (cause usually they’re fat).

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