Today I felt like writing something about me. I don’t really promote my blog, so if you are here, you either clicked on the wrong button, or you are looking for something I’m not sure I can give you. Either way, glad you are here!
I am the single girl. You know how there are some girls that always, ALWAYS, have a boyfrien – ok, I’m not one of those girls. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that men don’t like me, or that I don’t like the, but those two rarely seem to coincide.
Guy falls for me – usually someone I like to call a friend – and seems perfect on paper…. but paper only gets you cuts and planes that don’t fly that far, not love. Or, I fall for someone – wait, I rarely fall, but I think I could fall – who is either in a relationship, not interested in me or not interestes in any kind of serious relationship at all. And my favourite one: someone who is about to go on a trip around the world with no definite return date.
Great.
This is where I am today: my ex, who stomped on my heart 3 years ago, and who I saw again a year ago, is in Asia, no idea when he’s coming back; but I know I want him here, to either see if we should give it another chance, or to get definite closer and move on.
I met someone else – the fact that I want his to come back, does not mean I won’t keep on living my life on my side of the globe. By my standars, he’s pretty close to being perfect: cute, gorgeous eyes, Belle & Sebastian fan, with a couple of Lichtenstein works hanging fromthe walls in his tiny appartment, non-smoker, great kisser, Jewish – so that takes care of half the questions my family would have -, en anesthesiologist doing his residency…
But – we all knew the BUT was coming: from what I hear, he’s what we could call a womanizer. What do I do? I say… what he hell, let’s have some fun. On the one hand, I really, REALLY like him, in case I wasn’t clear about that, and it could be a good thing for me to be aware that he might be a douche, so that my chances of being played decrease, as I am being careful. On the other hand, I can’t completely let my guard down with him and enjoy the time together because of that same fact. Because I’m careful. Because I’m scared…. I’m a coward. Because I can’t just realx and have fun with someone I like this much and not want more.
I wish he smoked, I wish he was a hip-hop fan, an accountant and his walls were plastered withpicures of Angelina Jolie and Megan Fox. It would be so much easier.



