Cheating 1.

 Cheating.

 It happens. Men do it. Women do it. Sometimes you think everybody does it. Luckely that's not true.

But that it happens is a fact. 

In my dating world i have bumped in to a few of them. There are three of them that i wrote a story of. So here is the first one:

 

The one who first cheated on me.

In Holland we have a saying that a fox won’t lose his dirty tricks. Well, that definitely stands for this one.

He was quite a macho-man. A least he behaved like one. That was also part of what I found attractive in him. He was what we call a really men! He liked to be in control. He preferred to decide what we would do, where we would go, how we would go there and when we would leave.

One of his best friends was a girl. His best friend he called her. No, there was abso-total-fucking-lutly no reason to think anything more of it. And I tried, I really tried to believe that. But it was that little voice in my head that kept popping up. I didn’t took me long to find out that it was definitely more then ‘just’ friends.

There is cheating and cheating. But if your in a relationship with me you don’t need to go and sleep with your best friend and then come back to me expecting me to be jumping up and down with enthusiasm to go to bed with you. So that was that.

Ever since I confronted him with the fact that he cheated on me he denied. Even after a few months he denied that he cheated. The fact that her hamster was living with him didn’t matter. Noo, she just stayed over sometimes.  It was until not even a year later that they got married, that he couldn’t deny anymore that there was something between them.

I think it was nearly two year after that that we started email each other. I was babysitting somewhere near their house. He would love to see me again. At that moment she was in bed and he was..i guess bored. He took the dog for a walk so he could walk past the house where I was babysitting.

I got curios how far he would go. We kept emailing for a few weeks. The next time when I was babysitting she wasn’t home. It was right then that he wanted me to come over after. I was even welcome to stay the night. For a minute I thought about going over there. I thought about leaving my sexy thong somewhere hidden in the couch. But then I remembered that it wasn’t up to me to make her relise what she married in to and secondly or actually first…I’m to good for that shit.

Internet dating 2

Writing these blogs I’m glad i kept a diary. I wrote about this next story in my diary to, but very shortly.

When I decided to write this one I just kept doubting; was it a internet date? Because now I just can’t imagine I would do that. That I would have been that brave. I guess I’m not a unwritten page anymore.

But the more I think about it I’m absolutely positive it was a internet date.

Right, so just like every internet date, before you go on a date there is some emailing. This guy seemed nice so we decided to meet in real life.

The date was set and so was the time and so was the location and so was the activity. We were going to picnic in the Vondelpark.

(That what I mean with having doubts about it being a first internet date with that guy. Why would you go on a picnic with a stranger? )

But we did and believe it or not, we had fun. We had arranges to bring some snacks and wine. Where sitting on a plaid over viewing the pond, chatting away with a wine in our hand nibbling on the snacks. Yes, the atmosphere was right.

Until…..suddenly there was a loud noise from the sky. It was the trauma helicopter. What was it doing? Well we found out soon. The noise got so loud and it started to be windy. All the sand around the path was blowing up, sirens all around us and last but not least…the water from the pond was splashing up like a tornado! Literally! There we where…no wine in our hands anymore, no snacks to nibble on and the good atmosphere was gone. We grabbed our stuff and made sure we got out of the way of the wave coming from the pond ready to splash all over the spot we had been sitting at a few seconds before that.

The trauma helicopter was landing in the pond!!

I think after that happened we went somewhere else for a drink. After that first date we did had another few dates. But the others weren’t as outstanding as the first one. The other dates we just went for a drink in a bar. Safe and sound.

You wanne know how it ended….

We were getting to know each other but I was having doubts. He was nice but….

So the morning after another date I texted my friend: we had a nice time but….i don’t know…and…hi’s shoes are just soo revolting.

Do you feel what’s coming? I stead of sending that text to my friend I send the text to him!!!

Dooh!