As You could read in the description of the blog, I am a guy in his early thirties and I moved from my home country to some 600 kilometres further to do a job that is more rewarding in terms of experiences. This is going to be the true story of my journey to find my beloved one.
Here I don't have family or anybody I knew before I came. In fact I found a woman on internet from my home country here before I came, we started to communicate eagerly, she helped me a lot about founding my life here. It is happened that we did not become soulmates. Maybe because the different backgrounds and different previous experiences in life. A loose kinship will stay though..
In my opinion the basis of love is to be found in effective communication. Love or intimacy can not be established when we fail to communicate with each other. Why do we repress our thougths, why do some want to cater to some people's taste so much that they don't give themselves. I am the type of person who likes to speak his mind even when after have disadvantages of it.
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Given this arab halfcast girl for example. I was buying some wine to take to a date with a belorussian girl (more about this night later..) when we spotted each other in a food store. She was with a female friend of hers (also southern European halfcast) and they kept looking at me so much I coundn't help but asked for her facebook name. Instantly set her as a friend there on the spot on my mobile with mobile internet.
We lost contact for almost two weeks. Than she invited me to a disco to a birthday party of an 18 years old girl. About a month and three dates later we ended up in bed.
The first time with her was very good I can say. Hwever the second time somehow she failed to communicate her feelings and things went awry. In missionary position she was throwing her hip crazily in all different directions that it prevented me making love to her. To this day I believe it was her failure to communicate about what she wants. (yes, I asked her. and no, please don't tell me the bullshit that I should have known by myself. In a perfect world everything would work without words, but sometimes we just need to speak a little and it solves big.)
Being 21 she seeks the friendship of younger people, in my opinion she wants to escape from the adult life and responsibilies that her mother, who has to deal with her own cancer imposes on her.
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The Belorussian I was dating for merely 2 months when things got bad. The story goes: she sets me as a friend on facebook on a Friday night and asks on FB chat that how come that I spend the night alone. INITIATES the contact very bravely. After numerous meetings in cafes and restaurants - among which one with an empty restaurant where the waiter is only servicing us - a very intimate first class restaurant - where we ate cheesecake one Friday night she decides to come out with me to a locally famous singer's concert. On FB she writes to me that I should arrive to her on a white horse, with rose and white wine. She even gives specifically which wine she likes than when I reply that apart from the horse I can satisfy her demands she seems delighted.
Then comes the realization: I stand at her door at the agreed time, but then she reveals she was joking, but she says we should take the things I took to her apartment anyway. Up there I tell her out of proudness that this situation became embarassing as I took her word seriously and I didn't want to make myself invited so desperately so we can go to see the concert. She tentatively agrees and off we are at the concert. We stay about 4 hours out of which we kiss passionately about 3 minutes and when I walk her home in the end she refuses to invite me to the apartment despite my obviously telling her I would happyly go this time. Her comment: sorry, life is unjustful.
Some weeks and FB messages and chats later she gives some sort of explanation: she is brokenhearted because of a past love and even her current controversial relations doesn't make up for what she suffered, she can not forget.
Two months of flirting just flitting away like that...
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The Polish girl, who had a Polish boyfriend in Italy seemed to be cold as ice. She asked to change her clothes in my room. I stayed out for sure as should do a real gentleman with a woman in a houseparty when he just met her. She falls in love with the decor in the room and makes flirty allusions and allusions to porn stars. She than meets the boyfriend a month later and sends me a message that after the holiday season she has a lot to tell me which only happen to be about her job situation. She decides to go out with me 3 times, where at the third occasion she dances with another guy at a disco to which I overreact in their opinion. In fact out of jealousy I wanted to go home, not having to witness their budding romance.
My jealousy act pulls such a negative reaction that the affair seems to end the other day. But not that night. She comes after me and later we sit down and caress each other only to me later taking her home with taxi, before she notes that she can not imagine me being romantic after me walking her home by foot two times, offering to give up her coat, inviting her to a first class Italian restaurant, meeting her after language school where she finishes. She saw my nicely decorated bedroom with mirror, candles and plants.
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