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?