Adventures in Web-Dating and S-bahn Fantasies

Frustrated with getting hit on by drunks and construction workers, yet never getting asked out, I decided to try online dating. Mostly, it seems to be like a bar, but online, and less drunk. 95% of the guys that message me are not interesting to me, and some of them are super persistent. I get an average of 30 messages a day, and I can't answer all of them, but some of them insist on continuing to message 'why aren't you answering me?' Here's a clue, if I don't message you, it's the e-equivalent of me saying 'that's nice' then turning back to my friends and ignoring you in a bar...get the hint!

That being said, I do have a date on Saturday with a guy who looks like he is pretty attractive in his photos, and seems interesting from his profile (speaks 4 languages, likes culture)

In other news, I finished my period on Sunday and am at that ridiculously horny part of my cycle. Yesterday I found myself waiting for the S-Bahn, fantasizing about making out with the guy sitting on the bench next to me. That's right. Total stranger. I also had more than a few fantasies about F, who is a roommate of my friend D. He's a ginger kid, but a hot ginger kid. God. I feel like a cat in heat.

Twelve

I have a lot of weird superstitions regarding sex (see the "Condom Curse" post.) One of my other ones has something to do with the number 12. I have currently slept with 11 guys, which makes me practically a virgin compared to most people I know in Germany, and a whore compared to my friends in Canada (interesting little cultural difference there.) I have this weird feeling that Bachelor #12 has something special about him, even though I have absolutely no idea who he is. Don't ask me why...I can't even remember who #7 was, for example, without looking at the list I wrote down (and looking at it now, it was J, who I dated for 2 months. Definitely not special.) Maybe my '12' superstition has to do with it being an even dozen...though I highly doubt that the next guy I sleep with will end up being 'the one'. Not with my luck anyway. But wouldn't it be nice?

The Condom Curse

You're going to think I'm crazy when say this, but I have a curse. I call it the 'Condom Curse.' I swear on my life, EVERY time I buy condoms, I never get to use them with the guy I bought them to have sex with. It has happened every time for two years, without fail. It's a long vicious cycle; I start dating a guy, run out of condoms, and then in an effort to not be caught unprepared, I buy more. BUT before we have sex again, we break up, he stops calling, or it doesn't work out for some reason or another. Then all I'm left with is an unopened box of condoms, which seem to be mocking me in my night table drawer because I'm not having sex. I eventually start dating another guy and use them, but if I buy a new pack, the cycle is repeated.

I was in line at the grocery store the other day and saw the condoms by the register and remembered that I was out. BUT this time I remembered the Condom Curse, and I left them be. If he can't remember condoms, he shouldn't be having sex.

Night #1

Night #1: I go out with my best friend Jen (aka Jenavieve, a nickname I created) to Hugos to go dancing. I felt hot and confident, and I could have sworn that Jen and I were the hottest girls there. We had a cocktail and then we made our way to the dance floor and I spotted a guy I liked the look of and gave him the eye. Of course he introduced himself and we talked and danced for a while. His group even bought us drinks......
....BUT....
.....THEY DITCHED US!

What the hell? I don't even get it, and I wasn't even out to get laid, only have a little fun.
I guess I can find consolance in the fact that I am dating a much hotter, more successful guy back home that isn't a firefighter, and makes more money. I'm just on holidays, and it was just an innocent flirtation night that went nowhere, unless you count making out with Jen for kicks as 'getting somewhere'

PS What would you rather be for a day? A member of the opposite sex? or an eagle?