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Spirituality and Astrology

As I spend my third day sick with the flu, I started to get bored. So I finally started listening to the Danish podcast ‘Astropod’. All my friends had been talking about it so I had to see what all the fuzz and buzz was about.

I’ve recently started getting into Astrology and Zodiac signs. I had a friend from Canada visiting me and we soon learned that we are both Aries (yes, if you didn’t guess it yet, I’m an Aries). After she left, I started getting really curious. I had to know more. As an Aries, and a Millenial, I love to hear and learn about myself. I found an old book I had once bought at a fleet market named: “Aries: Love and Friendship”.

Once I started I couldn’t stop. This book explained everything about me so well (scarily well) and it contained all the answers as to how and why my previous relationships ended the way they did.
Suddenly Astrology and Spirituality started popping up everywhere I went. Urban Outfitters had five different books on the subject (obviously), my Tinder date asked about my zodiac sign (weird), cosmopolitan was adding a whole section about it, Years and Years released a whole album dedicated to spirituality and guess what, you can now filter people by their zodiac signs on bumble. It’s a SIGN!!!

Or perhaps just a trend.

I then started to really think about it. Why is this trend coming back, and what will it bring us? 2018 was all about breaking prejudice and green initiatives. I believe 2019, is going to be all about spirituality, finding your inner goddess and matching with dates based on their zodiac signs. Okay okay, I may sound a bit crazy, but you have to remember, that I’ve just listened to an Astrology podcast nonstop for the last six hours.

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(This is from the Years and Years concert from their very spiritual album called Palo Santo. Listen to it NOW and do yourself the favor 🙂 )

Now let’s continue.
I believe the world relies on Astrology because deep down, we need to believe in something. We need to believe, there is some sort of god or force or power, which determines why things happen the way they do. We need an explanation.

Why are we here?
What is the meaning of all this?
Who am I?
What should I do?
Who should I do?

Yes, I truly believe, this also has a great deal to do with love and sex. We all have WAY too many options. Suddenly you can find a husband or wife in Tahiti and just bring them home with them. Or move to Uganda to be with the one you love. Nothing is too extreme. Whereas before, you would most likely find someone cute from the city next to you, have some kids and find a way to be happy.

In a world where we are frightened daily with terror and climate change news, divorce and depression rates and a fear of reaching your full potential, could Astrology be a way out?

As I obsessed over this newfound knowledge, the first thing I did was look up whom I’m most compatible with. Because, who are we kidding? Deep down we all just want to find that special someone, whom we can love and adore for the rest of our lives. People write songs daily about it and I wrote a whole poetry collection about it (commercial break). Love makes the world go round. After figuring out, that my sign is basically doomed in the whole love department (if you’re an Aries, you’ll understand), I started getting curious about my previous relationships. My moon is in Scorpio, so I am quite mysterious and sensitive (at least that what I think I learned from today’s podcast injection)

What did I learn then? I learned a lot about my exes and how our signs intertwined. I learned why they acted the way they did, what I did wrong in the relationships, why we couldn’t be together, what we learned from each other and what to search for in a future partner. It all made sense. I felt smart and liberated. Maybe I wasn’t the problem all along. Maybe this all happened for a reason.

And that is my main point. Like I mentioned, I believe, we all want and need something to believe in. Something to be the reason for all the heartbreaking and confusing choices in our lives. Why we sometimes cry for no reasons at 7 pm on a Tuesday (if you’re a woman, this might also have something to do with your cycle, but I’ll save that for another time).

And it really did help. I believe, we are now in a time, where we don’t want to care so much about all the material things in our lives. How we dress, which lamp we have, which car we drive or who cuts our hair. I believe we will start caring about the relationships we have with people. Being nicer to our friends and colleagues. Developing a deeper and more affectioness relationship with our partner. Understanding the world around us and understand why people act the way they do.

It’s time to look inside and value the beautiful things we all possess. Maybe the Scorpios are a bit mysterious, but that’s what makes them interesting. Sure the Leo roars, but we have to listen to what it’s really trying to say. Aries may be dominant and independent, but maybe they need someone to take care of them once in a while.

Which bring me to this. Three days after I started reading about my sign and whom I’m compatible with, I went on a date. It was a Tinder date, but it didn’t feel like one at all. I felt like I had known him forever, which apparently I had. We had gone to the same school for 1,5 years, without ever noticing one another.
The conversation suddenly stopped and while we both tried to come up with something to say, he suddenly asked. “So what’s your Zodiac sign”. Being an Aries and well me, I truly believe in signs. This was definitely one. “I’m an Aries,” I said, not trying to show my excitement. “So I am” he replied. Oh no… No no no no….

As I mentioned earlier I had just gone through all my exes (there’s a few) and one of them is an Aries. I totally understood why we couldn’t be together. We’re both too headstrong and love to talk. Neither of us would ever bow to the other. I actually said we couldn’t have sex until we were officially boyfriend and girlfriend (I was 17 and heartbroken) and well. It worked. We didn’t have sex, till after we stopped seeing each other 7 months later. Way to go Karo.

So what should I do with this new Aries man in my life? We both laughed at the coincidence. I admitted, that I had just read the book and learned that he knew a thing or two about Astrology as well. This explained, why we had been so loud and kept talking over each other, full of excitement and passion. I almost stopped the thing then and there. Because I wanted so bad, to believe that Astrology could now, be my ultimate guide to life. It might still be. I don’t know when or where he was born, so I can’t figure out his whole sign. But I continued seeing him, even though Astrology told me I shouldn’t. And a month later I’m still seeing him (which in my easily bored Aries type, is very very impressive).

I guess what I’m trying to say is, that I think Astrology is great to some degree. It’s good for us in this time and place, to have something to believe in. We may not go to the extremes like they do in India, where the parents find the perfect partner for their children based on their Zodiac signs, but I believe we might be able to make better decisions in our lives. It might help us understand the people around us better and give a new insight into the world and our problems.

And btw! I know this is sooo mid-2018-ish and I’m not a trendsetter or a first mover, but then again I never said I was. But let’s just say that trends and news takes a little while before it reaches Scandinavia and therefore Denmark. At least I found out about it before it’s worn out. Because we all know that frozen yogurt just doesn’t taste the same when your grandparents are serving it too you. That’s when you know it’s time to let go of that trend.

Be blessed and spiritual till next time.
And please listen to Years and Year’s album Palo Santo and feel sanctified.

 

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How to be single

Today I read a great book. A book about being single and how it’s different in every country and culture. That even when you feel alone and lost you must realize that you are not.

This book not only made me cry and laugh, it also inspired me deeply. It gave me insight into the world and made me think about my own life and situation. .

Sometimes we need some perspective to see how great our lives actually are. Or a little push that tells you that whatever you’re dreaming of, actually can come true. You just have to believe in it enough.

I love the idea of writing about people. Interviewing them and figuring out what’s really going on in their quiet minds. Wondering if they feel the same way as me.

I have traveled a lot in my life and learned so much about cultures and people. Maybe it’s time I start to gather all these thoughts into a storyline just as like brilliantly as Liz Tuccillo did in her amazing book ‘How to be single’.

I loved the ups and downs of her characters, how everything seemed authentic yet perfectly plotted and how I absolutely devoted myself to her story. I devoured this book in no time and if you haven’t read it and you are, well, a woman of any age, then I highly suggest you do. Single or not, this books has great lessons to learn and grants you a new perspective on love and life.

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Sex and the city in 1999 vs. 2019

These last few days I have been binge-watching season 2 and 3 of the amazing show ‘Sex and The City’. Like every other single-twenty-something-girl, I look at their lives with amazement and hope.
Gosh, it looks like they have a lot of fun.
Gosh, I hope that is not my life in 10 years.

Don’t get me wrong. They are living their best lives. Having the time of their lives.
But to be honest, their lives sure does look like mine right now.

Old boy out, a new boy in, talking about boys, looking for ways to meet cute guys, complaining about boys etc. And as much fun as I’m having with all the boys talk, I’m also looking forward to the part where it will just be me and one boyish man happily ever after.

But I kept noticing little things that definitely changed from 1999 till 2019.
Here they are:

  • Home telephone vs. smartphone

Back in the 90’s cell phones hadn’t quite arrived yet. They were looming somewhere close by, but at the beginning of season 2, the only cell phones they have are the ones plugged into the wall of their house. CAN YOU IMAGINE THE RELIEF?

You’re out, when you’re out, you can’t check your phone every two minutes to see if he replied, you have to call, if you want to talk to people.

Wow. I really miss those times. It seems that the thing I mostly do wrong in a pre-relationship (when I’m crushing hard on someone) is to ruin it with my “phone-timing”. I should explain this made up term “phone timing”.

We all know, when we like someone timing is everything. We have to reply at the perfect time. Not too soon, not too late. As if we have a life, but a life we definitely want him to join.
And to conclude I do not indeed have this special phone timing. When he answers I run to the phone, or try to ignore him for 3 days. Either way, it’s not working for me

One more great thing about home telephones. Let’s not forget the fact that it’s so much easier, to hear how people actually feel, when you’re talking, versus trying to guess if that emoji means that he wants to fuck or if he wants to introduce you to his parents. Just saying.

  • Meet cute vs. tinder

It was raining outside when their eyes met across the street.
He walked slowly towards her without headphones, looking at her, not his smartphone. He smiled awkwardly and said something romantic like do you know where this street is, because he couldn’t “google maps” it. Then he asked for her number, not her Facebook, because he wanted to get to know her over dinner and not stalk her the whole night, then never contact her. It was love at first sight.

How romantic. But really.
I keep wondering HOW and WHERE the hell they meet all these attractive and frisky men.

But today I did a little experiment. I looked up while biking around Copenhagen. And they’re here as well. Just as single and frisky. Just as ready to go. But something changed in the last 20 years.

Headphones: We’re all too busy listening to Fleetwood Mac or a podcast, so approaching someone isn’t cute, it’s just creepy and quite frankly annoying.
Busy: We’re all too damn busy to sit down in a park with a book and just enjoy the day.
Bikes: In Copenhagen we’re all on bikes and it’s not like you’re going to yell after someone, that you think they’re hot, while they’re biking away. I guess you could bike into them and call it a meet-crash?
Trust: We didn’t read about creepy stalkers 24/7. In the 1990’s they might have believed people and their good intentions. But in 2019, we would be quite weirded out, if someone randomly asked us out on a Tuesday.

We wouldn’t recognize a meet-up if it ran into us on the street.

But let’s change that. Let’s start asking strangers out on dates, when we’re sober and standing in random places. Wouldn’t it be so retro and cute? I know you want to!

  • The clothes

Wait, forget about that.

The 90s are back in style 😉

  • Twenties vs. thirties

So what is the big difference between the SATC girls and me and my friends

Twenties:

  1. Still confused about life in general
  2. Not quite sure what you want to do with your life
  3. Still studying
  4. Looking for a steady job
  5. Looking for a place to stay
  6. Trying to decide where to live in this world.
  7. Still falls for stupid boys
  8. Looking for a new steady job because they got bored of the old one

 

Thirties:

  1. Sorta understands life
  2. Have a clear idea of what they want to do with their lives
  3. Might be finished studying
  4. Have a steady job that they like
  5. Have a great place to live and it looks like a home
  6. Know what they want to do in their life
  7. Still falls for stupid boys (somethings never really change)
  8. Continues at the job or gets a better one
  • Friendships

I truly envy the girls and their close friendship. The best part about it is that they only have three close friends and that they all hang out together. If I only had three friends I would be the best friend. Instead, I have 15 “close” friends, whom I try to know everything about and see two times a week. And even if you are not an expert in math, I can tell you that there simply isn’t enough hours and days of the week to make this possible. Sure, I know I should just “cut down”, on some friends. But how do you do that?

I don’t think I am the only one with this problem. People want to have more of everything. More clothes, five cars, twenty friends and three boyfriends, they can switch between whenever they feel like it.

I guess what I am trying to say is that I like that they share every moment of their lives with each other. They are family. They have each other’s backs even when they get into stupid s***. And I think that is the most beautiful relationship of the entire series. That’s the one we should really aim for.

That’s it.

Let me know if you thought of any other points I have missed.
Over and out xoxo

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Different types of sex

Sex is great.
Sex is hot.
Sex is fun.
Sex is so many things.

Here are the types of sex I’ve discovered in my 24 years.

  • The first time

Nervous, sweaty hands, not sure where to look or where to hold. The first time is always special. Not only the “first” first time, but also the first time with someone new. Madonna really was right when she sang “Like A Virgin”. It can make or break a relationship. Let’s be honest.
Bonus fact: And no, a one-night-stand doesn’t count as a “first time”. It lacks the build-up and anticipation.

  • The fast one

You have to be somewhere in 10 minutes, but you simply can’t stop yourself. The excitement is taking over and the ticking clock is turning you on. Nothing like a quickie to brighten up your day. And cheeks. Don’t worry you red face will be back to normal soon. Just cross your fingers, it’s before you enter your grandma’s house.

  • The loving one

My favorite. Or actually, wait I’m not sure which one is my favorite. But let me just say… I thought this was only possible with someone you love. But I guess love can be faked for one night, just like sex can be faked forever. The tender looks, soft touches, loooooong foreplay, sweet kisses planted on every inch of your body. And don’t forget the staring into each other’s eyes as if they hold the manuscript to the last Star Wars movie. Or the secrets of the world. Whatever you want to find, it’s right there in your lover’s eyes, which is why it’s impossible for you to look away. Ahh so cute.

  • Sex with your ex 

It can be fun. It can bring back great memories. But what’s the worst it can bring you other than STD’s. Yes. Feelings. That’s the thing about sex. Or feelings. No matter how far you run, they’re always going to come creeping up on you. Telling you, that you need them. That you won’t be happy without them. Actually, add exes to this metaphor. Anyway, I’m not saying don’t do it. It might make you realize you don’t actually want them anymore or that you do. It’s quite an eye-opening experience. Just guard your heart.

  • The sweaty one

Hot-hot-hot sweat, dripping down my back. No need to go to the gym the day after. This is all the workout you need. And might I add a tad bit more fun than the treadmill or spinning class. You’re being thrown around /or throwing them around, whatever you want. The limps get lost. Breathing is closing in. It seems like this night/bed/ morning is never ending and it feels goooood. Remember to have a great soundtrack for these kinds of encounters.

  • The last time

Ouch. You know it’s the last time. Either you just broke it off or one of you is leaving the country for (basically) ever. This one hurts. But in a good way. You try to memorize all the little things in your head. (cliché coming) Take mental pictures for a rainy day (Can’t say I didn’t warn you). You grip tightly thinking that it will change faith, but nothing can. It’s a beautiful, tragic mess.

  • The one before you say I love you

The words are almost falling out over your lips without you opening them. Your eyes are screaming it, but thankfully it doesn’t count, till you actually say those three little words out loud. It’s a bit more desperate and memorable than just any loving sex. It the big one before the big speech. Who will say it first? Will they say it back? Will this be our last time. Oh god. Too much pressure to handle.

  • The one before you break up

It’s in the air. You’ve felt it around. This isn’t going to last long and with long I mean the end of the night. But before you say THOSE words out loud you might as well get something out of it. So you have sex. Not exactly angry sex, or sad sex. Just a raging, agressive, sexy sexy kind of sex. Cuz who cares anymore. You’re going to break it off anyway. It might be the best you ever had, but don’t let that fool you into not breaking up. Just enjoy it while you have it.

  • The outdoors one

Uhh. Scary and thrilling. Not the best sex necessarily, but it’ll be great for when you play “Never Have I Ever” with your friends. And it is quite sexy/terrifying thinking you might get caught at any moment. But you do it anyway. Remember that this comes in many different forms. Beach, sand, public toilet, forest, pool, bar table somewhere on a what you thought was an abandoned bar in Cambodia. At least that’s what my friend told me…

  • The one night stand

I’ve recently started a study in this particular one. I realized I didn’t have enough facts to talk about it and boy let’s just say we changed that. So now I am a somewhat expect. Proud of it or not, I will claim that title. So these ones vary as well. But one thing is true for all of them. They will never feel as good as when you’re with someone you love.
Now that we got that out of the way, let me just say it can be quite fun, very awkward, super impersonal, empowering and almost romantic. The one night stand can be exactly what you want it to be. It can lead you to hours of self-hate if you let it. Or allow you to write hot steamy novels or sweet loving poetry. You wear the pants in this one.

  • The impersonal one

Hi.
Hi.
You’ve barely introduced each other before the clothes are off and bam then you’re done. Sure it was nice and all. But not for me. Call me needy, but I quite like the whole personal aspect of sex. But who am I to judge. I’m sure a lot of people prefer this one. Less messy with way fewer feelings. If you don’t have their number, how can you drunk dial them? Right?

  • The sex-buddy

Fun. Easy. If there truly are no feelings involved it’s the perfect fit. Best buddies. Best way to blow off steam without getting involved with someone. No meeting the parents. No arguments. Just sex. Untill you know. One of you gets feelings…

 

Now go out there my young ones.
And enjoy it.
Experience your own types of sex.
Have fun!
I know I will.

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What I want for Christmas and what it really means

Hi, everyone and happy early Christmas.
What a beautiful time we’re heading towards and let me just tell you. I can’t wait.

I’m always running late on handing over my wish-list so this year I thought I would fake my “adulthoodness” and finish it before 20th December.

I’m just going to warn you. I started this post off thinking it would be fun and cute. But it’s going to be pretty damn deep. Just warning you, so you can’t say at the end that I totally killed your buzz, cuz I most definitely will. And it will be honest. I’m not even sure if I’m confident enough to actually post it. But I mean I published a whole poetry collection with my deepest diary thoughts about love, so I don’t really think I have anything to hide anymore.

Stuff I want for Christmas:

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1 . A salt and pepper set

This is going to sound sorta sad. But I’ve had the same salt set (I broke the pepper) for 4 years. Ever since I moved away from home actually. I guess I never really thought about me not having a smart handy pepper for my guest. And I always thought my salt was cute and funny. Let me explain. My salt is an ugly ceramic thing I painted on when I was about 8. It has a sun, fish, and clouds on it. And trust me when I say this. I do not have any talents in the drawing area.

What this really means: Maybe it’s time to grow up. I am 24 years old, have a full-time job, but still choose to live like a student. Treat yourself and get a NICE set of salt and pepper. In reality, I’ll prob end up buying a cute panda hugging set, but you know. Small steps and all that!

2. Update to my CD collection

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I collect CDs and I’m proud of that. But is that the truth? I used to collect them and spend a LOT of money on it. Now it’s much easier just putting on Spotify and it’s free. But come on Karoline. It’s your passion. It’s their passion! You should support them(the artists). This may also have something to do with my laziness in trying to find new cool music. The truth is I’ve gotten old and grew and prefer to listen to the same 4 CDs on replay. BORING! Life is about trying new things and finding a new soundtrack to your life. Now go on!

What this really means: Don’t get stuck just because you’re getting older. Sure you know what you like now and have a twisted idea that life is supposed to get boring and full of routines. But who says that has to be true for you. And also buy the CDs otherwise your collection is a shitty one!

3. Personal cleaner and maid, who will fix my life and also make delicious food

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Hmm. That sure sounds nice. Can you imagine never having to clean up your own mess anymore? Not having to cook scrambled egg’s for the fifth time this week, but eat proper food and actually have a plan for the day. Well. I guess Santa can’t really help me with this. This is on me. So just do it. Put on your new CD and get to work. Learn how to make proper food, get into a habit of putting things in their spot right away and perhaps one day you don’t even need a maid.

What this really means: I’m sick of living like a homeless person. JK. No, but really. I need to “adult it up” again and start making smart choices. That means NOT having a bombed room 5/7 days and freaking out about my life. Wait that wasn’t even in there. Guess I just wanted to add it to the list. It might also just mean that I miss my mom.

4. Noah Centineo

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I guess this one is quite obvious. Have you seen him! Gorgeous. But in all seriousness. How many Christmas songs have been written about dreaming of a one night stand. Or fantasizing about the hot guy at the bar, whom you don’t remember the day after. The emotionally unavailable guy who texts you 1-3 times a week depending on his mood. The 45 poses and outfits to get that PERFECT Insta-post, just so he will remember you’re alive. Nope. It’s not all that it’s made out to be. I want the Michael Bublé, Mistletoe, Santa Tell Me -kinda love. The one where you know exactly what to get them for Christmas (not a perfume or cologne, but something so creepily cute and romantic all at the same time). And I wouldn’t mind if that someone happens to be Noah.

What this really means: Do I really have to explain it to you? It’s cold. I’m bored. I want someone whom I actually like, to sit next to me, hold my hand and watch Love Actually three times in a row. That’s the dream.

5. More money for heating

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This can be split into two. I want more money (aka. I want to spend less). I am FREEZING in my apartment. Not quite such a big metaphor but then again kinda. You can make everything into a metaphor. So… Money! Money on my mind. (Hi Sam Smith). I guess we all want this. But I want to find that HUGE black hole where all my money seems to vanish (probably the same place where all the guys I like are hiding). So I want to feel in control and understand my actions ect. ect. And maybe turn up the heating a bit.

What this really means: Stop spending your money on shitty crappy stuff that you don’t need or want. Also, monitor your purchases so you don’t end up feeling bad. Don’t avoid logging into your bank account. The money will be gone either way. Own up to your mistakes and do something about it.

I think that was it for now.

I’ll probably come up with much better wishes later, but here you go. Maybe you’ll get inspired by my great Christmas list!

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Happiness

Today I realized a thing.
The only reason I don’t feel happy is because
I won’t let myself feel happy

The only reason I feel lonely is because
I choose to be alone

The only reason I feel single is because
I keep telling everybody that I’m single

That I hate it.

Which is not true.
It’s quite fun.
I quite enjoy the freedom.
The random nights.
The hot, awkward, romantic, sexy and awful kisses.

Each one is a story I treasure.
A time I will miss someday in the future
When I can no longer run around and kiss strangers

Today I learned that if I wish to be happy
I simply have to tell myself to be happy
Because I am
I’ve just hid it under a negative layer of hatred and complaints
because I thought that was more interesting
Because people told me I was too positive
But what is that?
Too positive
That’s a great thing

So if you don’t mind
I’m going to strip those negative layers off
One annoying thought at a time:

I work too much
– yes, but only cause you like your job

I never get anything done
– no, because you stare into your phone all day

I will never find a boyfriend
– maybe you should go on a date

I am so lonely
– no, you never answer your friend or accept their invitations

I will die alone
– you isolate yourself out of boredom

Today I learned a lot
I learned how to grow and move on
I learned how to stop the negative stream of thought

I’m quite excited about tomorrow
Some changes are good

And I can’t wait for this one!

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Is a date just a flirty job interview? 

Is a date just a flirty job interview?

“Hi my name is Karoline and I would like to apply for the title as your future girlfriend.
Here is my resumé and background….
Omg I also love to travel! What are the odds?”

Pretty damn high if I’m honest.

I’ve never really been a big dater. The sort of girl who go on many dates. I sorta believe in this thing called faith. When its time the universe will guide me to “the one”.
Or “the next one” before “the one”.

All my previous relationships have happened random. A meet cute, a friend of a friend, a summer vacation etc. Nothing was forced or planned. It was just sort of there.

Today I went on my 6th Tinder date…  I’m neither against nor for the app. Loads of people have found exactly what they wanted to find, that being love or lust.
I suppose I’m just a wee bit romantic and telling my future kids how we met would be a boring story.  “He was pretty hot” or “I sent him a dirty GIF.” And seeing that I’m a storyteller that really won’t do now, will it.

No…
I want the story.

I want the full on “How I met your dad” story:

“It was a cold night in the middle of Serbia. Then out of nowhere there, he was. Your Dad. So handsome. Sitting on a white horse wearing a leather jacket. Hawt….
And then he killed the wolf and saved the village…..
We’re been together ever since.” (insert audience going awww)
– kinda story.

Is that too much to ask?

Well, unfortunately, my friends, family, and hormones are not willing to wait any longer for this great wolf warrior to come along and save me.
Hence Tinder…

I mean if you want to find love in this modern digital world you have to use apps.
At least that’s what everybody keeps telling me.
So I try, give up, delete it, try again and round and round we go.

But today I ended up doing what normal people, looking for love, do. I went on a date.
Maybe I’ve been out of it for too long or had given up beforehand, but it was not a raving success. Sorry to kill your vibe.

I have a weird sort of sixth sense. I know right away, some might say instantly, if a guy is going to play a part in my life.
I know instantly if I like him.

And here I knew it instantly. This is not it. I think he knew it too. There’s nothing wrong with it and its no one’s fault. It’s better to find out right away. We’re all looking for the spark and you can’t really feel if it’s there through text.
In some cases, yeah sure you can. You can tell if you’ll have fun on the date etc.
But that magical spark I’m talking about.
You have to meet.
Have to look them in the eyes.
Hear their voice.
Feel their personality.

Now, what do you do, when you both know it’s not there. Do you just excuse yourself and run off.
No. We’re far too polite to do that. So we do the flirty job interview. You may not actually be flirting, but it just means that you keep the conversation light and “sexy” enough so you’re both reminded that this indeed isn’t a job interview. That the purpose of this meeting was originally to end the day with a kiss. Not a handshake.

We walk and talk. Ask politely about his interest and family. All the while knowing you will never see this person again. Not because they’re not a nice person. Just because they didn’t fit the description you had in mind. The job description.

So what have I learned from this tame date. Not a lot to be honest. ‘Cause even if we had been texting for 3 weeks, this might still have happened.
Feelings are a funny thing. No one quite understands them.

So I’m just going to continue walking around, going on flirty job interviews until my wolf warrior comes along and sweeps me off the ground.

But I will be patient for faith has a great way of surprising us. And we love her for it.
I will be ready for that perfect love to hit me like the bus hit Georgina in Mean Girls.

Fast, hard and uncontrollably.

Because that’s what love is. A beautiful mess.

Much love Karoline