a series of unfortunate events #1

 I do not have a boyfriend, but I know a handful of guys who are mad at me for saying that. I can also hear those thinking ”I wonder why!’.
Well, sawry…
Dating is a complex concept for mating that human beings use in order to develop relationships that ideally are meant to last longer than in reality. And for fun. Period.
My recent personal problems revealed my most unsociable feature as I never found myself in: being antisocial, aka impossible to date. But hey, check this out. I am still present in people’s calendars.
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I still say yes to people. For example this screenshot is the proof that someone got a go from me a couple of weeks ago to ask me out. When he asked me when I am available I said, like any other Dane in about two weeks, on Tuesday, the 15th of May evening. Because I also added it in my calendar (after he kindly sent this snippet to me), today I was actually waiting any moment to get that invitation or the details. Now, at 9pm after stopping the snooze and getting really lazy, I lost hope. I honestly lost hope in all men out there now – at least those I’ve met so far. And I just came back from Italy. I know.
Italy was really fun though. Been asked to marriage before even going out! I believe we are going back to the old school ways of dating and relationships and I am actually more excited about trying that than waiting for this guy to call me.
Well, that was all for today, folks. Nothing else exciting in my dating life. Except that the other day I went on a second date with a tinder kiwi guy whom I met a year ago and I literally told him not to dare to kiss me (like I was made of porcelain or something – dad would be proud). Also, a French tourist whom I met last weekend suggested we should kiss. And I was quite confused and surprised because he actually told me he’s looking for a husband… I said no, of course, I am not that kind of man! But then we figured out his English was way poorer than his taste for women.
Oh, and I think I got the worst crush ever. So bad I can’t even tell you about. I talked to the kiwi tinder guy about it and then he thanked me for not letting him kiss me. No, I am joking!! Haha, he just said women are stupid! 😛
Ok, good night.
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waiting for that ONE guy to ask me out!
PS: if the guy having this event on his calendar today sees this, please come up with the best excuse ever. Like you died or something like that! 😀
PPS: the title is really reflecting my latest series of unfortunate events with my housing, family, friends, boyfriends, but this one is the least worst of them.
Stay tunned.

How I Found My New Job on Tinder

I swiped right.

The end.

🙂

Oh, you want the long version? Ok.

It was a dull grey day of February this year and I was a month old unemployed graduate laying in my bed. It must have been past noon when I finished replying to everyone and I went back on swiping.

I can’t remember exactly what exactly I was looking on Tinder that time, but it was my second last season. I got nothing else but time back then. So I did spend a few extra seconds actually reading people’s profiles. And there it was. Marketing Campaign Specialist. Bam! I instantly swiped right and it was definitely a match. Little that I knew that was one of the best matches ever!

The marketing campaign specialist agreed to meet me for a coffee and it was really cozy, although we mostly talked about how he got the job, at my request, of course. He suggested I should apply. I said, “Ok”. It took me 8 months. Not to prepare, but to work for free, spend a very short last summer season on Tinder, do some travels, internships, and volunteering, before I came across to the campaign specialist’ company again. I actually texted him saying, “hey, I am about to apply”. “Good luck!” he said. Then I got invited for an interview. “Hmm, that was fast”. Wondered if my Tinder match put a word for me? We met the second time and he said: “No, I didn’t mention you. If anything, that’s on you”. Well, thank you, mister! What a jerk, right? 😀 just kidding. He’s the nicest guy!

How did you find out about this job?

The recruiter asked me.

Well… you’ll laugh, but it was from a Tinder date.

She laughed hard.

I know it’s funny, I added, but just imagine my story if I get the job! 😀

To be honest, I wasn’t sure she’ll get me the job after saying that, but I guess I was a good match. And here is my story!

You’re welcome!

PS: this is for all those who can’t find love on Tinder.

Moral: find something else!

 

How I didn’t meet Rasmus Seebach

Going out used to be my hobby. Week days, weekends and basically any time of the year was absolutely perfect for going out. Sometimes I wouldn’t know what to wear or where to go, but that made it even more exciting. Spending hours figuring an outfit, shaving and putting lots of makeup is the main part of the challenge for a 20 year old. Then you just need to be a pawn on a venue’s board. Ah, being young and curious…

You would say pawns are nothing compared to the nights, bishops or the queens and kings, but nobody can rule without them, right? I used to love them. Pawns. I needed them to keep me company, looking up to me or simply listen to me. I am still scared living without them actually… but now I learned how to use notebooks, apps and smiles. Conversations are still on a learning process, but I am closer than ever to go out alone and actually meet someone. Brrrr. This is actually my Halloween costume tonight. Hopefully everyone will recognize me and spare me of explaining. There are tons of books about it, anyway. 😉

Funny story with this Rasmus Seebach. He is a Danish singer with the same zodiac sign like me, perfect age to get 061113_2marry, sexy as fuck and probably someonw I wouldn’t mind to spawn with. It was a random night out for me and my pawns in some fancy club in Copenhagen, 2 years ago, when I saw a guy coming toward me with huge confidence and definitely a plan. My over protective girl-friend anticipated something and immediately took action. She stopped him 2 steps before his hello and told him he should not even dare saying anything to me. While I was trying to figure out what just happened, them two were starting a pretty interesting conversation. I suddenly remembered I was telling her how we must have a plan to avoid not-so-hot people approaching us and just when I told myself he wasn’t that hot anyway, their intercourse ended.

“Apparently this guy is a guitar player. He plays with Rasmus Seebach who is in the other room and he wanted to invite you over there for a drink, but don’t worry, I told him you are not interested tonight.”

Aham. Who is this Rasmus Seebach?

“Oh, just one of the most popular Danish singers…”

Are you kidding me?!! 😮

That night never happened again. But there’s not a day passing without me imagining how beautiful Rasmus’ hit called “Viorela” would have sounded… sigh.