Hello everyone! I’m back, or so I’d like to think, as only time will tell if I’m able to update you regularly with my surreal experiences and convoluted thoughts on love, sex and dating. The last few months have been very busy (who needs doing extreme sports, when you can go flat hunting in London?), hence my disappearance from the blogging scene. Continue reading ONE MORE WAY TO ZOJULISE
If my blog were to faithfully mirror what’s happening in my life, this post should be about what I’ve learnt regarding the estate market. Online dating? Forget about it! Who has time for it anymore? These days I’m spending all my spare time checking Zoopla and Rightmove for my next flat to buy.
On TimeOut last week it was written that “Rightmove is like Tinder for married couples”, a sentence that made me smile because I know how addictive both can be.
There you go, then, that’s the link from the estate property world to the love and dating one, and so let’s elegantly move to today’s post. Continue reading WHAT I’VE LEARNT ABOUT SEX (PART 2)
In the last two months I’ve had the chance to hang out with a few women almost 10 years younger than me, and inevitably when you have two or more women together the most discussed topics have (surprisingly!) been relationships, dating and love. I’ve realized that in talking with them I was feeling a bit… I don’t wanna say “wiser”, but of course, necessarily, more experienced. Continue reading WHAT I’VE LEARNT ABOUT LSD (Love Sex Dating, you druggie!)
I smile at him, and he looks a bit puzzled (not a great beginning). I haven’t really thought about what I am going to tell him. Normally, in those situations I just say whatever I have in my mind, which is generally A LOT, also because I have a problem with being transparent and open, and I end up explaining sometimes a long chain of thoughts. Continue reading WHAT IF IT’S HIM? (Part 2)
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?