Some might say I have unrealistic romantic expectations, I beg to differ. I love shiny things, give me an excuse to wear them or better yet buy them for me (tell me I look pretty), take me to shiny places in your shiny car, and I will like you. But what is my greatest passion? TO FLY, to travel!
Tinder took it upon itself to deliver me an American, who for our first date, flew me club class to San Francisco! Who are you calling unrealistic? I couldn't have dreamt that up.
He was charming, attractive, chivalrous and generous and all this loveliness tempered buy a good dose of geekiness. What's not to love? It was as though he had read "A Guy's Guide to Dating Xarini"
Chapter 1: Xarini likes to fly. ☑️
I repeat, 1 business class ticket to San Francisco.
Chapter 2: Xarini likes to explore new cities on her own. ☑️
I was left to my own devices in the afternoon in San Francisco and all days in New Orleans.
Chapter 3: Despite her diminutive stature, Xarini likes to eat. ☑️
I was treated to a smorgasbord of Thai, Cajun, Michelin starred, deliciousness.
Chapter 4: Xarini likes wine. ☑️☑️☑️☑️
Chapter 5: Xarini likes hot, steamy places and, though she doesn't like to admit it, if there's a whiff of mysticism thrown in, all the better. ☑️
He took me to New Orleans and left me alone to sweat, soak up the history, have my fortune told and sweat some more.
Unsurprisingly, I fell head over heels (or so I thought, obviously!). When it was time to leave, I cried. How could my fairytale be over?
It wasn't. I returned to my "real" life but the internet, as for many others, kept us bound together until he flung himself across the oceans into my arms again.
Chapter 6: Xarini likes to to show off cities she has lived in. ☑️
A weekend in a shiny hotel in Barcelona. Cava for breakfast? Yes! Gaudi for lunch, please!
We returned to Palma, broken and wine weary but cheery. However, I soon discovered that my spinsterisim is slightly more pronounced than I might like; no "DON'T PUT THAT THERE!" screaming, but a subtle, "Well, you could hang up your clothes but I don't have any spare hangers/room in my wardrobe, sorry!" It's true, I can barely fit my hand in my wardrobe and some hangers are overloaded with multiple frocks, but I could have made room, no? Cuddle with you on the sofa? "But sweetie, it's not comfortable". I never sit on the sofa, preferring my leather armchair, shipped over from the UK, it is super comfortable and fits only, one.
He returned home but despite the help from the Internet, the sparkle dust faded and that was the end of that, all that glitters is not gold.
I ventured into Tinder land again but felt the first dates were lacking something....
