My mum has always told me: “Never ever think you can change a man”. But this has nothing to do with today’s post, so let’s move to her other favourite pill of wisdom, that is indeed more relevant. “Ideals don’t exist in real life. You’ll end up with someone that initially you probably didn’t even like”.
True. After all, it’s personality that wins me. A cheeky smile, some banter, an interesting remark, the choice of an unusual word, a low threshold of embarrassment, and so on, and so on. Continue reading WHAT IF IT’S HIM? (part 1)
I never thought the day would have come when I would go against my idols as a teenager, but I’ve lately been thinking that the Take That completely made a blunder with their hit “Everything changes”.
To all appearances, it seems the boyband is initially reinforcing popwise what Heraclitus had said a few years before with his Pantha Rei. Everything flows, everything changes. Continue reading THE TAKE THAT HAD IT WRONG
…And so, off I go to my first date of 2016, started under the sign of abandonment on the dance floor and bisexuality.
I ask Andrew, should he change idea about seeing me, to kindly let me know, because being cheated into hopelessly waiting for a guy twice in a weekend is just too much even for me. We exchange a few texts, he calls me, he has booked a table… All positive signs. Continue reading IF A GOOD BEGINNING MAKES A GOOD ENDING… Part 2
…then my dating in 2016 should be definitely original and innovative (I’m looking at the bright side here). Shall we also throw in some bisexuality?
My friends in the past often commented that some things can happen only to me, and I agree. I don’t know anyone else that is as curious as me, and this curiosity makes me want to explore as many new personal worlds as possible. Coupled with this curiosity, there is a very high threshold of embarassment, and the belief that most people deserve a second chance. Continue reading IF A GOOD BEGINNING MAKES A GOOD ENDING…
(TINDER IN LONDON vs TINDER IN ITALY)
I’ve heard it so many times, from quite a few friends. “Maybe London makes things more complicated, dating wise”. In the end, listening to yet another dating misadventure, what can they say? “All your stories end up badly because you look like a walking disused toilet that not even a bottle of bleach would like to go near to”? No, they are your friends, so they reassure you that it has nothing to do with your looks (Pls note that the line: “We are in London, they like girls of all sizes!” is not that comforting). Continue reading DOES LONDON COMPLICATE THINGS WHEN DATING?
At this time of the year, most of us are humming “And so this is Christmas, and what have you done…”, or nostalgically singing to “Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away (you bastard/bitch!)”. As for me, I’ve been having the song by Samantha Fox, “Touch me”, blasting in my mind, and no, a great ’80s night at the club Reflex in East London has nothing to do it with it. Continue reading TOUCH ME, TOUCH ME (I WANNA FEEL YOUR BODY, YOUR HEART BEAT NEXT TO MINE, TOUCH ME NOW!)
Those who know me, know that my favourite animal has always been the elephant (and not for the long trunk, as some of those who know me might immediately think ;-). Elephants are big and look strong, and yet they are so sensitive, playful, caring, one of the few animals that can cry and recognise himself in a mirror. Continue reading ONE MORE BLOW FROM ONLINE DATING
So, we were saying, there are actually five kinds of people in bed, not four as I initially thought. A friend of mine reminded me of a fifth typology, that I nicknamed “The Germans” (pls see comments to my previous post, if you need any explanations). Continue reading ORAL SEX TO YOUR HUSBAND IS NOT A SIN IF… (PART TWO)
The “There are X kinds of people…” statements always make me smile, as they are generally meant to be funny. I loved this one, in particular, that was strangely printed on the menu of a cosy, dark cocktail bar hidden in a basement in Hoxton Square. Continue reading THERE ARE FOUR KINDS OF PEOPLE IN BED… (Part 1)
I know, I know, Albert Einstein proved it mathematically: “Everything is relative”. Jarabe de Palo underlined it musically: “Depende, de qué depende? De según como se mire todo depende.” And that’s exactly what I was thinking about on Sunday afternoon, when I took a solitary walk in Peckham Rye park, to see the amazing show Autumn is putting on for all of us. Continue reading SHIT IS A FERTILISER AND LABELS MUST BE DESERVED