My year of disastrous dating lesbian dating new

Let’s have a fun, random topic for a lazy Saturday.It’s random but it’s been on my mind because I’ve been seriously considering dipping my foot back into the dating pool but it’s scary 😮 . If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll be familiar with my tales of Tinder dating in Colombia. Our romance didn’t exactly go smoothly, though: he was sort of flaky and I always had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t really respect me.For this, ladies and gentlemen, is the final chapter of the worst love story ever told. It was so good, in fact, that we did some proper yummy snogging at the end. The language barrier didn’t get in the way of us making each other howl with laughter, and there was this chemistry between us that I’d never really experienced before.Thanks for all the pics of your privates, random guy.Thanks for wanting to me to come over so you could massage my feet, weird guy.

But, when I got home to sunny England, I hear from him. We fell into a little Whats App relationship, and with the help of Google Translate, we talked about the possibility of a little future together.

It turned out he knew one of them from back in Venezuela and they greeted each other a little awkwardly. But, I didn’t want to mess with her or her children’s lives, so in the end, I didn’t.

I obviously found that weird, but I didn’t think much of it. I still don’t feel great about that decision, but I feared I would have been acting out of anger for him rather than concern for her and that’s not a good mindset to be making decisions with.

I was SO EXCITED at the thought of being back in the arms of this man, and when he showed up at my door it was exactly as I’d imagined. I was just another dumb gringa in a long line of dumb gringas to have fallen for this deeply awful man. But, I couldn’t decide how to deal with the aftermath of becoming the other woman. Should I get in touch with his girlfriend to let her know that she’d chosen a complete jerk as her life partner?

Our first kiss was long and greedy, built on a year of missing each other. We went to my apartment and I introduced to my new housemates. A quick Instagram search revealed that they work at the same tattoo shop, so I had the means to contact her.

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