And one day.. he just disappeared - Part II (By Sun)

Girls,

I'm back to the very first post on this blog. The subject that actually made me create Pinkpassaport.

And one day he just disappeared...

I guess I'm starting to get an idea why guys disappear. So you go out with him: a date, a hook up... the moment is fantastic, he kisses you 1000 times, hugs you, woos you and all of a sudden, the son of a b**** never calls you back. As we've probably read in a million different magazines, we are NOT supposed to chase him. We should act aloof, as if it really didn't matter, blablabla. Believe it or not this "blablabla" phase actually works, because from my experience, the guy always comes back. The feeling of winning the first round, misleads us into taking the second one, and once more, our adversary plays his game: he's adorable once more, until he disappears AGAIN. This situation can actually repeat itself for a few years, months, weeks or only a few days, but the cycle DOES repeat itself, until one of the parts meets someone else or simply gets tired of it. We try to be tough, to pretend it doesn't matter, but the truth is that after the first date we find ourselves checking our phones, making sure it's on, wondering if everything is ok with the reception and income texts messages. And with our mind wrapped around the guy we can't focus on anything else but on the possible reasons WHY hasn't he called.

WORSE: we try to justify for ourselves why he hasn't called. Friends, sorry if I'm being too honest, but if the guy wanted to call you... there's no death of grandmother, traffic jam, work, school, that would deter him from doing so. If he hasn't called is simply because he didn't want to, or worse, you didn't even cross his mind. Well, in that case, of course you'll act aloof and use the "I don't really care" attitude. And so days, weeks, months will go by until you finally get over the poor bastard. And that's when he'll call you again and will try to reel you in.
Girls, we must remember something here: It's our choice to fall into this trap. When the guy show up in our lives again, we believe we can manage the situation and actually win this battle. This is all because deep down, we actually like the guy. It all boils down to what one of my favorite writers, Rosamunde Pilcher says "The more you love a man, the more you'll give your heart to him and the more you 'll have to lose."

So girls, before playing with fire, make sure to be able to call a fireman to put the fire out... just like that one I went out with last time: a sensual tall handsome one.



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A single girl's Valentine's Day. (by Moon)

Well, a week before the most annoying holiday of the year (I'm single, remember!!), I had a whole thing outlined: I had one week to test who would be the guy to take me out on Valentine's Day. Let's call them Mr. X and Mr. Y.

Mr. X: We had met through a common friend and instantly liked each other. When he asked for my number I tried to be mysterious and wrote it on a drugstore's receipt with my Channel lipstick. Yes, I actually RUINED my lipstick, thinking that this guy would be "the one". So he texts me first thing in the morning saying I was the highlight of his evening and that he can't wait to see me again! (great!!) - We meet a few days later and go for Thai food. Everything is going well until he starts eating food off MY plate. The date ends pretty soon with a kiss and ass grabbing. (yes, he grabbed my ass in the middle of the street). Still willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, I agreed to go see a movie with him. I get to the theater and he shows up 30 min later, so of course we weren't allowed in. We then decide to go grab a beer. As time goes by, as we talk and get to know each other, a small white saliva bump starts to rest on the corner of his mouth. As he talks and talks the saliva bump gets thicker and it dries out. He tries to kiss me and I politely back away: "Oh honey, let's take it slow, shall we?" he smiles and takes my hand with his SWEATY , ultra mega SWEATY - STICKY hands. I got in the car, drove off and crossed Mr. X off my Valentine's Day list of options.

Mr. Y: I was horny. I called him and made him bring me some pizza. I ate it. We had sex. I told him to leave because I needed to wake up early. He left. I crossed Mr. Y off my Valentine's Day list of options, the guy was too easy.

Valentine's Day: How annoying all those Facebook posts wishing you a "Happy VD", when you KNOW you will not get laid, nor have a ring put on your finger that night. So, I looked at myself in the mirror, fixed my hair, dressed nice and went buy myself flowers, ice cream and strawberries. :)

The most bizarre situation I experienced with a man. (by Sun)

My ex boyfriend came to visit me this past weekend. He's the typical British guy - I'm the typical latina, our relationship didn't work out because of miss communication - but I'll tell this story another time.

I'm here to tell you the most bizarre thing a man did to me.

We had been living in London at the time for about a month, we had moved in together into his brand new apartment and he had the brilliant idea of going shopping at IKEA.
We had spent 2 hours in that damn store, and when we were leaving, he decided that he had needed to buy one more thing.
So, I get in the store, sit down, waiting for him to buy another set of drapes for the living room. All of a sudden, I see he walk past me and go toward the bus stop. Girls, he FORGOT me at IKEA! Shocked and amused at the same time, I checked my watch to see how long it would take for him to remember that I existed ... - it took him HALF AN HOUR!! The situation was do bizarre that it was impossible even for me to get mad at him. Has anyone ever forgotten you somewhere or this things only happen to me?

The worst, actually happened ta week later. He comes to me ans says "Baby, let's buy new bed sheets? I'd love for you to come help me pick the right color."All right, so we leave to the store, in the middle of a London rainy day. When we finally got there, there were sheets of all colors you could possibly think of. So, he turn to me in a romantic way and asks "What color do you prefer?" and I go: "Hmmm... yellow!!" he lookes at me with a question mark on his forehead : "Yellow ?! No... noooo.." so, I try again : "Red? Blue? Just tell me what the hell of color you want so I can stop trying to guess what tha fuck you want!!" (latina, indeed)

Well girls, we went back home with a beautiful set of WHITE bed sheets...

As I told you in the beginning of this post, our relationship didn't work because the communication did not work. Nowadays we are great friends and we even laugh at this kind of stuff.

I'm wondering: Does it only happen to me or have you ever gone through a similar situation?

What Happened to Bad Boys? (by Moon)

Girls,

Remember when we used to watch Guns n' Roses music video or listen to Aerosmith shouting "I GO CRAAAAZY, CRAAAZY --- BABE, I GO CRAAAAZY!" ?? My point exactly: What happened to those kinda guys? The ones that stole you a kiss, not really caring if you would slap him across the face or not. Those guys who, as soon as they realized there was someone else around you, would IMMEDIATELY mark their territory? Where are the guys that called you, wooed you, fucked you ALL NIGHT LONG? (don't make that face, you know you like that!)

I believe this thing about eating organic foods messed up men testosterone somehow. I don't know about you girls, but I've been dealing with some men who will even hesitate to hold my hand! The kind of guy who takes 5 hours to reply your text, who take you out to show off his new Porsche AND has football game on the radio - yup! he even celebrates a touchdown! (God know the ONLY touchdown I'm hoping for has nothing to do with football!)

Well, this same dude saw me wearing a tight tank top and jeans and had the nerve to say "Gosh, you're half naked!" Hold on: This is still California!!! Since when a nice flat stomach and sexy tattoo is outrageous?!

After the conservative, non-sense comment, I decided to give the guy the benefit of the doubt. So after our "lunch" (Nutella Sandwich), the guy drops me off. And takes off. What was that all about? Oh yeah, maybe he can't wait to get back to his garage and stick his "pipì" into his new Porsche fuel hole..

But you know, I'm a girl. I'm impulsive.. and a little crazy, so I immediately call him : "Hey youuuu... come back, I forgot to give you something!" By the time I hung up the phone, I was already sweating all over and thinking "This can't be good, you're crazyyyy crazyyyy, babe, YOU ARE CRAAAZY" So he makes a U turn, stops in front of my building. So I walk over to his car, open the door, throw my purse on the floor, grab him by his shirt and make out. FULL ON MAKING OUT. Then I look at him, take my purse, say "byebye" and slam his stupid Porsche's door really hard.

Question:

Do you think he got off the car singing some Aerosmith song? Or ran after me, pulled me by the hair and threw on top of his sports car ripping off my clothes? NOPE.

Darling, this loser and a half took off. At 35 miles per hour - afterall, that IS the speed limit.

A Romantic Dinner. (by Sun)

A dinner's invitation! But not to go eat out. An invitation for indoors dinning - at his place.
I was really enthusiastic, because that was gonna be my first nice date of the year, plus it was the second time I saw this guy who I really liked. But above all, because the truth be told, I hadn't had sex in a while and I soooo needed it!!!! If he thought that I was going to be the "prey" he was absolutely wrong! I was gonna be the predator!

Ok: I got to my date with a bottle of wine (hahaha, yes, the roles have been reversed here: The man cooks, the woman brings the booze.) Indeed, he cooked, we chatted, we listened to some music, we saw the soccer match on tv (AHHHHH, girls c'mon.. he is not perfect! - well, he did had MUTE on.) After dinner and a bottle of wine, he offered me a HUGE glass of gintonic.. and a BIG glass of rum.. and then.. well- no need to tell you what happened, right? :-)
It really nice. In his bedroom, on the table, on the couch. Half time! So, he gets up and comes back to the living room wearing... PAJAMAS. He sits by my side on the couch, invites me to sleep over, but tells me that he needs to get up early because he has to go to work. Meanwhile I was alllll playing sexy, ready for the second half of the game, penalty shoot out and all! NOTHING! We went to bed .... to sleep! Well, I got up five minutes later and went home. AAAAAAAAAH!

Question: What happened to the guys that want to have sex all night long? That want to keep on making love to us until we can't no longer walk? Do I deserve this kind of situation? Having sex ONCE and then going to bed with a guy wearing green pajamas?

All right. I will NOT complain. I'll try and stay positive: I might have not filled up my belly but at least I'm not on a "diet" anymore.

Skyping pearls of a Saturday Night: (by Sun)

Preamble:

Remember when we were little and we used to ask our Mom for albums and stickers? And how mad we used to get when we anxiously opened the sticker envelope just to find out that we already HAD that one? Now, during these modern times, there's a saying that if you have sex with the same guy over and over: "He's the repeated sticker that will NOT complete yur album!!" So last summer, during the Fifa's Soccer World Cup, me and a good girlfriend of mine joked around : "How's the World Cup album & stickers going? Are you done with the album, yet? " Meaning that the more guys we met from different nationalities, the better.

Skyping pearls of a Saturday Night:

I told my friend, how I recently went to this guy's place and how he kept the soccer match on TV the entire evening. So as the date goes on, he asks me: "But... do you like soccer?" so I dumbly replied : "Yes!" But next time, I swear I will give an answer that my dear girlfriend has suggested me: " I LOVE soccer! I have the World Cup Album and I'm still trying to fill it up! Actually, with my favorite teams, I was able to stick all the 11 players, reserve players and the mascot!"

Courtship... commonplace? (by Sun)

Girls, I guess we'll be dedicating this beginning of month to "being asked out". Not that I choose themes on purpose, but because it seems that the men who are in my girlfriends lives, tend to behave in a similar way in the same period of time.
When I was younger I used to be asked out to dinner all the time. The guy would save the week's allowance, or his internship's little money but always took me to a cute little place to eat. We usually ate little, drank wine, behaved elegantly and then went out partying .. or to a motel (depending on the level of our intimacy)

Nowadays, a dinner invitation has become rare. And the worst thing is that the guy have a job, a career and enough money to take us out. My question is: Why don't they take us out to dinner? And to add a friend of mine's question : "Has it become fashionable to meet up at a club and nobody told me?" Well, this same friend of mine has gotten the following answer: " I don't take you out to dinner because it's so 'commonplace'..."
Girls, if taking a woman out to dinner is unoriginal, I guess the guys suppose that originality is to ask us to get hammered with Mojitos!
Where has romance gone? Courtship? Trying and making a woman feel special? According to them, its commonplace? Or have we become so accessible and easy that a drink is enough of an invitation to get to a girls pants?!
The point is that I do think we have become TOO available. Although in the past, we were kinda easy as well.. but it wasn't written all over our face! The guys used to think they needed to work hard, to sweat, to be a geltleman in order to get our trust and jump into our bed.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! I know what it is, check this out and see if it makes sense:

When we used to go on those dates, usually we didn't eat much but drank a lot, right? So, can you imagine the face of that poor intern who had to pay a huge bill and the girl ate nothing and got hammered? Is this why now they ask us out for only a drink? Hahahahaha.
Let's not be unfair: Some men DO invite us for dinner... at his house. It's always a double sided weapon: you will be "pussy-delivery-girl" anyways, but the wolf at least is trying to be a gentleman : even if he doeasn't need to get out of the house (you are delivering your "thing" for him on a silver plate, anyways) , he makes the effort to woo you (girls, no frozen food and him opening the door in his pajamas..)
Whatever the case, dinner dates are becoming rear in this modern times.. and not because of the economy crises, but a gentlemen crises. Courtship has become a banality and guys are trying to look original by taking you out to have Mojitos and thinking that'll do.

A piece of advice: If he takes you to a bar, order Coca-Cola and make sure to make him see that it will take a lot more than a drink to win you over!