cheating 2

Two:

The one who forgot to tell me.

I met this guy when I was out in town. We started chatting. Not for long though because his friends wanted to leave. He asked me where I would be later that night. We exchanged phone numbers so we could maybe meet later that night.

Our roads didn’t cross again that night. We kept texting. From texting we went to sending emails. Quite a lot, some days even a few a day. So we kind off got to know bits and pieces about each other. I thought he seemed like a interesting guy. Again though this was a very macho men. In some emails he was pretty full of himself.

Because we only saw each other very short I couldn’t quite remember what he looked like so I asked him to send a picture. He send me a few. Hihi. Here comes the macho men again. Pictures of him posing of his body. He then asked me to send him a full body picture of me. Because he did remembered my face but he wasn’t quite shore…did I just had good boobs (yes, he remembered that) or did I also had a good ass? But off course! Off course you can have a picture of me from tip to toe…

This is the picture I gave him. He was not amused. That was not fare of me. I, on the other side was laughing! Asked him: “Don’t you think I’m ever so cute? I’m even waving to you!”  Ow, sorry you can’t see my bum on the picture.

He started a whole blast about that he was not the kind of guy who would keep chasing the honey. Or like we say in Holland walk behind  you like a dog.

I thought: ok, that fine. Then don’t. It was quite for a few days…2 whole days until another email. He couldn’t let it go and still really wanted to meet me again. Ok, let’s meet. So we talked about a time and date. It was when we had set the date that he email me that maybe he had to tell me that he lived together with his girlfriend. Uhm…u think!?!?

So I started thinking: do I wane meet this guy who ‘forgets’ something, let’s say, quite important like mentioning his girlfriend. I told him I needed some time to think about wanting to meet him or not. I decided that I wasn’t going to spend (read: waist) time on him. I emailed him that, in gentle words. I told him I thought he had some things he needed to find out for himself. He, again, was not happy, but agreed with me that he might have something to sort out.

He then sends me another few emails. Out of politeness I replied to the emails. Until he send me a email saying that I should not be surprised when I was too late because he would meet another nice girl for whom he would leave his present girlfriend.

I was done waiting my time. So I told him I didn’t want to email anymore. He was sorry to hear that but respected me. His way of respecting me was keep sending me emails for weeks. I even stopped politely replaying to them.

I think he finally got the hint when he emailed me saying he was going to be in the city and if I still wanted to meet him I could send him a text. I (again) didn’t reply to his email.

Now it has been over a month. I think he understands.

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!