Internet dating 1

As the title says it all. I didn’t had one experience. I had a few.  But as we do we mostly start with the beginning

So I shall begin to tell you that I’m have had a extremely busy week and hadn’t really made time to write. But he I did warn you….there will be long and short story’s. After a month of writing this will be my first reasonable short story.

I wasn’t back home that long after my months in Scotland when I decided to subscribe to a dating site. I was very excited about how it was going to work out.

If I remember correctly it wasn’t that long after I entered the website when I started emailing with this boy. He seemed nice. We where emailing away.

So after exchanging some emails the time was there…we were going to meet each other in real life. Ooow my I was nervous.  As I just had come back from living abroad I was living with my parents. I didn’t tell them where I was going. Or I did tell them where I was going. I just didn’t tell them the thru about whom I was meeting.

Of course I told a friend of mine! She was my back-up. I think tone’s of girls do this. You know how men have their wing-man when they go out (if you don’t know what a wing-man is read at the bottom).  We girls have a friend for back-up. The friend will phone after about a hour to check if she needs to save you. When she phones and you pick-up you can pretend that something has happened to her and you need to go and be her friend and help.

So I took the metro in to town. As I’m always early, so was I this time. But I was pretending to be oow so relax and cool. Whahah I was reading a book in the bar where we had agreed to meet. It was quite a big bar so I didn’t stand out, which I was completely happy about.

So there I was. Sitting in a bar reading a book waiting for my date. He showed up on time. After a hour I didn’t pick-up my phone.

At the end of the night he walked me to the metro. There we said good bye, three kisses on the cheek (dutch style)

It was a nice date, he was a nice boy but there was no spark. So that what I emailed him the day after.

The wing-man strategy.

Most girls and boy’s aren’t alone when they go out. So when a boy is out and he sees a girl he would like to talk to he will discuss with his mate about their strategy. He will go talk to the girl when his friend will go and talk to her friend. That way the girl doesn’t have to worry about her friend because she will be amused by his friend. Some have told me they take turns in picking the girl or being the wing-man. Smart!

 

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The first one in Ozz

 This was when I was living in sunny Sydney. I was there to do work experience during collage.

The first half a year I lived at a few places around Coogee. The second half of the year I lived in Coogee.

Oooww coogee…

When I just arrived I stayed with friends of my parent in Frenches forrest. A beautiful places north of Sydney. If I remember it correctly it took me nearly two hours by public transport to get to Coogee from there place. My work experience was in Coogee. So I had to look for a place nearby.

In one of my first weeks in Coogee I met some  Dutch boy’s in the bus: Simon and Martijn. They invited me to their place; Vicarstreet. I bet if you have been backpacking in Australia and you have been to Coogee, you have heard about this place. It was a apartment block just of the main street. This block was run (I don’t know if she owned it) by a lady called Sarah. A very shabby lady who could be quite frightening. There were about 36 apartments. In every apartment there where about 6/7/8 backpackers living! I’m not kidding!! They shared kitchen, bathroom and living room. Most apartments had two bedrooms, some had three. They, the backpackers, slept together in the bedrooms on mattresses. I’ve heard quite a few complains about bedbugs….

Imagine the world of a backpacker. Coming to Sydney eagerly looking for work or working. After a day’s work they would come home to THE Vicarstreet. Mention the backpackers weren’t the only one’s living in the area.  It was also full of cockroaches. They loooooved the place!

Anyway…so did I. I have met a lot of really,really nice people there (even though I didn’t live there). Some I’m still in contact with.

Remember my holiday blog? Remember I mentioned all the fish in the Ozzy-sea? Well that’s what this story is a little bit about.

I met a boy. I will remember his name in a minute…. I met him in one of the apartments in Vicarstreet. He had just arrived in Australia. He knew somebody in the apartment where the Dutch boy’s where living. So we all went out for a drink. After a few day’s we did again.

Maybe you can imagine that Vicarstreet was a little, well actually not a little, like a small town. We all kept bumping in to each other on the street, in the supermarket and at the popular Coogee beer garden around the corner.

So did I with Keith. He was so cute! Amazingly friendly. Wanted to be a fireman. Even now, when I look at the pictures I think: dam, he was handsome!

We got a long pretty well and started hanging out quite a lot and started dating. I would meet him after work and we would have dinner together and meet others for drinks in the beer garden. It was a great time.

We had a great time but…. he was a little bit full-on and I was young and not ready for anything serious. I remember telling myself: he’s here to travel, he isn’t gonna stay, so don’t get yourself all wound up.

He then told me that he was thinking of staying in Sydney to stay with me. I think that was the moment when I snapped. When I though: ooow my! Then is has to work out, because he is going to leave all his adventure travelling plans behind to stay with me. Holy crab! Let’s…..not do that!

On my birthday he took me to the Sydney Zoo and we had a lovelly day. In the weekend I had a party with all my housemates (a memorable party) and our friends. Off course Keith was there too.

From my point of view he was within 1 meter of me the whole time. I felt like I couldn’t move. So I started kicking. When I was drunk I told him off and I took of with my housemates. We were going for a night swim in the ocean. Because we were in Australia it was December and it was summer!

I guess that was the start of the end of Keith.

A few weeks after that I went on holiday with his group of friends and him. That was kind of awkward. Some moments I still liked him and he still liked me. I remember when we went out one night he told a stranger (a boy I had been flirting with all night) that I was his girlfriend. That really pissed me off! That was the definite end. And the definite, definite end was when he left Coogee.

It would be interesting to know what he ended up doing and seeing in Australia and if he became the fireman he wanted to be (like his brother, who was married with…a Dutch woman).

As mentioned Australia was a time when I spotted a lot of fish in the sea. So there will be more Australia story’s.

For now…hope you like reading this experience. 

High school

Im so glad i kept a dairy at that age. You just forget so much. It’s funny because I always think times have changed so much. After reading my dairy again I’m sure. Times have changed. For instant there was no internet!

I remember having talks with my dad about what he thought the world would look like in so many years. I have never thought that  in my little life so much would change in such a relatively short time.

In 1996 I kept a journal. I wrote in it every single day. I have not skipped a day.

What I wrote about the most: the lessons at school, spending time with my best friend and…off course…the boys.

 In the year 1996 there was the first boyfriend. Ow my god, you can’t imagine how it worked back in those days.

This boy was the cousin of a friend of mine form the neighborhood. He was visiting his family and we met because we were playing outside. I can’t really recall a special moment or thing that happened that evening. Besides that we looked at each other. There was eye contact! Oooeeee! The next day I told my friend that I liked her cousin. She phoned him and asked what he thought of me. He liked me too. Then she asked if he wanted to go steady with me. Yes, he did. That was that!

This boy didn’t live anywhere near me. He lived in a other town. So I bet now you’re wondering how that worked. Because internet wasn’t the only thing we didn’t have at that time. Mobile phones. No! They didn’t exist jet. So we wrote each other letters. Yes! Letters. And we got to phone each other a view times. On the land-line. It was the long distance thing that didn’t work. I should have known.

It was cute though. I was somebody’s girlfriend. What a laugh now.

For the rest of that time…there where a view boys that caught my eye.

There was the tough boy who was hanging out with the other tough guy’s out side. Way out of my ‘Im-way-to-brave’ league.

There was the basketball boy. I remember I used to borrow my neighbors dog to take him for a walk so I had a excuse to walk past his house.

There was a painter at school. Ow my. A lot of girls fancied him. I remember talking with the girls (to be honest you could call it argue) who he looked at. Off course every single one of us was sure he looked at her. So did I.

There was the boy in class who I liked. But he didn’t like me. He liked my best friend.

You know what. Not much has changed over the years. Boys come and go. Some stay longer than others.

Because I decided I would write this blog I will also share my most embarrassing moment with you.

He and guess what…it has something to do with a boy that I liked. What a surprise!

Ok. Close your eye’s and imagine: High school. We had different blocks for different subjects. The main subject where given in one of the wings of the school that had 3 levels. At the beginning and end of every hall of every wing there where big glass swing doors. Between those doors there were about four classrooms. Next to the door there was glass so you could see in to the hallway. In the hall there were a few tables. Sometimes students would be sitting there to work on a project or so.

So was he that day. I didn’t know much about him but I thought he was ever so cute! Maybe I will have to say out of my league. But still. He was sooo cute. He was sitting at the end of the hallway. I walked through the doors and we had eye contact. The whole walk down the hall. It felt like forever. I felt like I was walking on air. Ow men I wished it would last forever!

The table he was sitting at was all the way at the end, next to the glass swing door. Do you know you can block the swing option on the door? You feel it coming? While having eye contact I wanted to walk through the door. But instead of walking through the door I walked right in to it! It was blocked! It didn’t open. I smacked my face in the door! While he was looking at me! He was looking. He saw it! Remember the air I was walking on? It was gone! He had to laugh. Which it totally don’t blame him for!

Absolutely my favorite moment of my high school period!

 Aaahh i was soo cute!

The Holidays

Every year. You don’t have to do a thing. One day you walk in to a store, wearing you spring/autumn coat, and there they are…pepernoten (Dutch traditional cookies that we eat during our Santa celebrations) and not long after that…Christmas decoration. December.

 As a single women my favorite time off the whole year. You know why. Because everyone will turn up their heater, light the candles and cuddle up together on the couch.

From my point of view every couple and family is happy together during this whole month! Yes, the whole month. And me…I’m home alone, the whole month.

Off course I know this isn’t thru!! And it’s commercialized by the shop-entrepreneurs. And off course I’m not alone at all. Because I have a very rich circle of friends around me! So you could actually say that someone in a relationship, without my friends, without being able to do whatever they want to do, but with all the complains that come with a relationship and the in-laws is way poorer then I am. Speaking in Christmas terminology.

Oow one week there will be a blog about the pro’s of not having a relationship. Because I’m not the only one that makes my friends smile. They certainly also make me smile with all their relationship battles.

Right, back to my favorite month. I have spend a lot of Christmases’ and new years with friends having a blast together. But there have also been those ones that I was dating somebody.

·         There is the one that I was spending the Holidays back in Ireland. Back in the days without internet. I just started dating a guy back at home. So I was texting away a phone bill as high as the amount of presents there where underneath the Christmas tree. Or actually as high as the value of all the presents underneath the tree. At that time I didn’t saw it as a waste of money at all. Nooo, it was totally worth it. Every single text was valuable.

·         Ow let’s not forget the one when i was living in Scotland. There I experienced the ultimate lonely feeling. I spend the whole Christmas on my own. No family. All new gained friends and project, where with their family. But I did make myself a rocking Christmas dinner and boxing day I walked around town being amazed by the queues outside the stores that started their sale. New year I spend with a colleague. We where mend to go to the famous street party. The Scotsmen that I fancied was also going there. But due to the weather it got canceled. For the first time in years and years. So I ended up spending new years in a jam packed pub and my colleague’s house cuddling away. Men, I cuddled. I just couldn’t let go… of the toilet pot. That sick I was from all the whiskey (ok, and vodka). But the best part of all was the Christmas party at the big hotel with my roommate. There was traditional dancing, traditional food and all the guy’s where wearing their quilt.

I loved the Scotsmen in their quilts. And they, they love the crazy Dutch girl who was biking around town with a bike-can filled with vodka.

·         There was the one that I was dating this guy who (said that he) really liked me, but he didn’t want to spend new year’s eve with me.  I didn’t last long after that. No, because it was to expensive to call me from this land far away where he was for work. When I’m good enough to hang out with and sleep with but I’m to expensive to spend a phone call on, then you know where to find the door.

·         There was the one with the guy who wanted to spend a lot of money on a really nice dinner with me. But a few days before that I found out he was cheating on me! Again, you know where to find the door.

·         Let’s not forget the one that I met on new year’s eve. I went to a theme party in a bar. The theme was whores and pimps. At the end of the night everybody was going for it. There was a lot of hunting going on. This guy was fun so we hooked up. It lasted for a little while but not until the next new year’s.

·         There was the one in Sydney. I was dating a Englishmen. He was really, really nice and full of me. But he just arrived and came to travel the country. And I guess…their where so many fish in the coogee-pond, I couldn’t concentrate on one. So I set him free.

·         But let’s save the best for last…The one that I really loved and duped me just before the holidays.

But this year they are over and done with. I, again, had a lovely time with friends and family.

And now..up to the next year…

Ow and to set our expectations strait: my blogs won’t always be this long. Some will be long and some will be short. Just so we know.

Hope you had fun reading this one!

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