Marking the walls

He came all over the place and left his mark on my bedroom wall. What a lasting way to say goodbye to the place. He was the first guy I took to the apartment, it is only fitting he should be the last to see it before I left.¬†Everything was gone there was just the…

The recipe for love is disaster

Get the vodka and the vermouth, stir them together, throw two olives in a conical glass and there you have it, a perfect Martine. If only love came with a recipe. I mean, sometimes all the ingredients are there, but how to put them together? What are the steps? Where are the instructions? I have…

The guy who gave me coffee at work

Some time ago I was working in a hostel. Early mornings, check-outs, check-ins, a lot of time just sitting in the chair behind the balcony, trying to keep awake. On the down hours, I sometimes tindered in the hopes of making my day more adventurous.¬†On one of those tindering sessions (can this be a thing?)…

The guy who was leaving the next day

I got kind of drunk, not really sure how, but I did. Of course I only realized it when I was already biking to my date. No, it wasn’t a date, it was more like a booty call. And, yes, biking, that is what you do in Amsterdam. Bike everywhere, being sober, high, drunk, rain,…