Reading the title of this
blog you might think this is the end of all my storys...
Im sorry. You should know
me better! It was an other dream that came thru this time.
Ok, so there is this new
internet-dating-hype thing. It gives new opportunity’s. You judge
somebody on there pictures. If you like what you see, you swipe
right. If you don't like what you see, you swipe left. If you have
both swiped right that you can send each other a message. And from
that...
So I swiped right with
this guy who looked quit different on all of his pictures, wondering
who he would be. We started sending messages and it lead to...a date!
On a Sunday evening we
went for a date drinking Baileys. Some how will sending messages we
got in a joke that I was Baileys addicted. I wasn't complaining :).
Because we had been joking
around so much I didn't know what he did for a living. He turned out
to be a school teacher too, like me.
Besides the Baileys there
was an other chapter we had been joking a lot about the Ford Mustang
from '75.
During the first date we
where talking about this Dutch program called who is the mole? He was
convinced mostly women would watch the program. I was (of course)
convinced it would be equal. So we decided to do a test on the next
date. We would go to the biggest square in the dame and ask people it
they watch the program. For every women saying yes, is cores a point
and for every men he would score a point. The price...for me that
would be a Ford Mustang. For him a massage.
You wane know who
won....we lost track. But...when he arrived by bike on the front of
his bike he had a pillow and a sign that said: Ford Mustang from '75.
Well, you understand he
scores point with that!!
The next date it was my
turn. What I did:
I told him to meet me at
central station. I would bring the rest. All needed was 2 dices. We
rolled for the platform and for the stop. Silly enough we didn't got
any feather then Haarlem, witch is only like 25 minutes away. We had
a drink there and then deiced again for dinner. Guess what...we ended
up back in Amsterdam! What are the changes!?
We had a few more dates.
They where fun, but to be totally honest something was missing. I had
fun, but I was missing the spark.
So I decided to give him
one more change. He said he had a plan. So I followed. He picked me
up and we drove to the north.
Surprise, surprise, we
went to They Ford museum with the biggest private collection of
Europe. It was pretty dame amazing! I didn’t even know this museum
excited. It was super!
When we got to the end I
was reading a article and I heard him talk to somebody...who? The
driver. Witch driver? The driver of the Ford Mustang from '75!!!!!!!!
Blown away I was! He
seriously arranged this! We went for a drive and I got to sit in the
front seat! Eventually I even got to drive a little bit in the car. I
was screaming of happiness!
Ok, so of course he scored
even more point with this date! It was time to give him a real
change! And I did! I really did. But....still no spark. I really
tried to settle with no spark, but I just didn't work. Big, big
bugger!
