Poetry

Infatuation

Do you ever get so infatuated with someone
That even their name turns you on

That even though you know
It will never happen
You can’t help trying
You know the outcome and
It doesn’t look good
But he does

What ever he does
Makes you flinch
Makes you fantasize about touching those fingers
One at the time
Kissing those lips
Soft at first
Then passionately

Saying your name out loud is a new found hobby of mine
I find odd pleasure in pretending I’m yours and you’re mine
Feeling each syllable leave my tongue and fall neatly off my open lips
The lips you close in on
Your eyes lock in mine
You smile and say
“Tell me what you’re thinking about”

You, I think
Always you
But I keep quiet
And simply say my favorite words

– I never knew a name could be my favorite word

Karoline's Blog

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

Karoline's Blog

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.