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11
Jul
2010
The weird couple
Its been some days I have being in contact with this nice easy going couple I met. I actually met the guy and then I met the wife. They are young and it seems some people we could hang out with.
Problem?
The wife. She is way too cute. It’s a girl you don’t meet/see often. But anyway. All good girls are taken, isn’t that the case always? (I insist : too cute. She has the “cat-look-eyes” *sigh*.
Problem^2?
Something is wrong with this story. I have a feeling the girl is flirty. But maybe it’s just that.
Anyway, they are probably introducing me to a whole bunch of cuties coming from this very special Eastern Europe country.
On another note: I slept with the Latvian girl again. It’s official, she doesn’t turn me on. I don’t like her that much. And her character doesn’t make up for the physical.
Whatever. It’s like 04:00 in the morning – it’s AWFULLY hot – just came back from this party .. Life is going good lately .. I get regularly laid – I meet people – I flirt a lot – I work.
Woman of my life on its way ! 
10
Jul
2010
Cultural Shock
Two years it took me to understand one basic simple thing:
IT IS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH A LOCAL NORTH-EUROPEAN. PERIOD.
It can’t get any simpler than that.
I remember when I broke up with K, who is Finnish, I had hard time understanding how she could be constantly busy etc etc. I remember her telling me that for two or three weeks she didn’t find time to talk to me over Skype.
Today, I understand a bit better.
Even if I have met LOTS of people in France and here in Belgium, I am still surprised everytime I realize how they manage their lives.
The have this big (or small) book called AGENDA aka Organiser and they plan the minor thing.
“hey random Belgian 22 year old girl – wanna meet?”
“Well let me look at my Organiser. Ah yes, indeed, I can clearly see there is some small gap for you between 20:00 and 22:00 on the 15th of August. See you then?”
MY DICK DOESN’T FOLLOW YOUR ORGANISER TIMESLOTS YOU STUPID CHICK !
Geezus – their lives suck up there don’t they ? I mean these people must be sooo depressed.
Does this explain all the alcohol?
And as for me : I am troubled. I know I can keep on banging like a horny rabbit all foreign / intern / erasmus / whatever chick I can get, but how far can that go ?
Clearly, it is for everyone’s best interest, if I don’t create a family with one of these chicks aforementioned.
I have to try to filter the nationalities a bit – I am not saying I ll close the door to any girl coming from Belgium for example, but I should target somewhere else.
Eastern Europe? but more like Poland?
Or maybe what if the Germans are different? What about the Americans?
And even if my passion, my dream for the mighty SCANDINAVIAN blonde is still burning, I don’t think it will ever be good for the longterm.
Ah, we’ll have to see.
If you’re wondering what happened today, I got no serious news. I went out but did not score (what a shame!) (no cuties around), and the Latvian girl texted me to go to her place and.. do her. I am so tired that this was not an option.
Goodnight folks.. hope more news tomorrow.
9
Jul
2010
Don’t try to fight it, that’s who you are (?)
Tonight I had go out on casual dating, but I didn’t feel like. I actually met one of my neighbors, she’s from Slovenia, and we had some nice sms exchanges, so I decided to propose her a drink. I had no “bad” intentions, seriously, just felt like having a nice evening. She gave me a vague “busy” answer and I cancelled my proposal.
Later, I decided to let go all dates and go out solo. I had a small walk around the busy Thursday’s area, and run into the neighbor. She was laying on the grass with a guy in shorts. She actually called me cause I didn’t saw her and I was about to tell her “seriously? you got NO taste at ALL or what?”. Anyway, after seeing her face with no makeup I thought “OK better that I didn’t go out with THAT”, and headed towards a pub where a girl I went out once works. Hot blonde waitress, let’s call her. Unfortunately she works 6 days out of 7 so not easy to have something. As I was talking to the hot waitress, I spotted a best friend’s wife, she waved so I went to sit with them and have a beer.
In the meantime, and that’s where the interesting part begins, I had received a text message from this Latvian girl, sweet looking, nice body, 26 yr old, in which she was complaining that I disappeared. ( note to self: Being an asshole works – will confirm again later ). I chose to ignore the text message. We had actually being on one date last week, where we made out a bit, and then Saturday where she was playing hard to get. (remember, Saturday I was busy hunting down the italian girl – check previous post) I thought it wasn’t worth the trouble so I never re-proposed a date even if she made it clear she wanted one.
As I was hanging with my friends, Latvian girl called. I was thinking not to pick up but I picked up anyway. She said she just saw me walk by. I thought “shit” but then I thought “so what? I’m single, I can be anywhere I want.”, and kept up talking. She asked to come and say hi. I invited her over and she came looking weirdly my best friends wife – which is pretty hot to be honest – and trying to ask me why did I disappear and if I misunderstood her etc etc.
As we were talking, after like 10-15 minutes or so, she said “now what are you going to do?” – I said “no clue, what do you suggest?” and she said “Let’s go your place and fuck“. (geez I hope my friends didn’t hear that).
So no surprises, the girl who just some days before had asked me “To go slowly and meet each other” came casually to my place in our 3rd date and fucked me.
Now please try to convince me again that being an asshole and not giving a fuck about everything doesn’t work. Please try. With arguments.
Anyway, tomorrow is a work day, and possibly a night-out in which I am going to do what I can do best. Yes I know, maybe not the ideal way to meet “the woman of my life” but seriously, I don’t think I am made for that, or that there is actually one.
Next target: hit on a blonde I actually LIKE. Like a lot, not just medium.
peace out hombres!
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
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 !
