Prologue – Trump Him, Dump Him?

This is a book. Its prologue, the beginning. 🙂


Saturday, 28 January 2017.


Day 405


I’m a guest at Jasmine’s place for the celebration of the Chinese New Year – the Year of the Rooster. “Also known as the Year of the Cock,” she adds, making us, the mixed crowd that is mingling in her living room, giggle mischievously.

Jasmine (32), is a Chinese expatriate with a PhD, and I find her quite cute, funny and smart.

Single, she tells me she’s never even had a boyfriend, but is currently looking for her husband-to-be/one-true-love, all in one package.

While he doesn’t come her way, she occupies her life with hard work, loads of international friends, dance courses and cooking.

I, on the other hand, have already enjoyed the bliss and all the sorrows of a longish-lived marriage to my teenage sweetheart. From the age of seventeen, when we started dating, until the Year of the Goat, when I turned forty.

Gosh! Twenty-three years with the same man. Is it selfish of me to want more while some of my friends haven’t had it at all, yet? 

Truth be told, I’m feeling afraid. Disturbingly terrified of ending up alone.

And worse.


After everything!


Helping myself at the buffet table, what a relief to bump into Tony, a handsome friend I’ve made in Kamppi through the MeetUp app, just as I have Jasmine.

“Long time… So great to see you here!”

“Oh, hi Anna! How are you doing?” he responds in his cool, typical Finnish style.

We start chatting, glad to have found an acquaintance to keep company at the party. Sitting side by side, we small-talk for a little while.

“My knee is much better now, btw, so I’m going to go back to the dating game again,” Tony updates me and, “How have your dates been?”

More about that, i.e. the knee, in a future chapter. As well as my thoughts on Jasmine not having had a bf yet at her age! What are these two thinking??

“Hmm, that’s good!” I comment. “I’m glad for your, uh, knee…” then answering his question “Me? Ah, you know me. Too many dates. But the last was the worst ever! Eurgh…”

“Really, how so?”


I’ve been terribly sad lately, but I don’t feel like ruining the evening, so I evoke a light, superficial mood for our conversation.

“Oh, this guy online has some good profile photos. Climbing, walking on a wire… So I figure, hmm. He sure is the confident type! And not bad looking, either.”

I’m recollecting the details. A German living in England, he claims he’s looking for people to go jogging with…

“Running in a competition with a huge smile and a Santa hat – his third pic is priceless.” I go on “He’s naked. In the snow! With nothing but a small red Xmas gift box tied with a golden bow around his private parts.

“Ha-ha!” storytelling fires me up “Impulsively, I send him a messge – thinking – Jogging? That’s innocent enough.”

Hi. Happy 2017, runner!

And if you ever visit Helsinki, maybe we could go jogging together?

Hey Anna, Happy New Year! I’m here in Helsinki on business.


“We agree to meet the next evening opposite Töölö Bay, a popular workout track in front of his hotel, and…” my voice relates with suspense.


An online dater himself, Tony’s into my story now. In fact, every time our group of friends meets, the subject will resurface as surely as the Finnish morning sun.

“Cool, Annita. Jogging on a date could potentially turn out to be an interesting first?”

“Exactly!” pleased he gets my point “However… I confess I’m just being friendly with the guy. Not interested. Just chatting, feeling like socializing and maybe even making a new friend, who knows.”

Alas, my heart’s just not ready! After all, I miss my Christian like hell. Feeling like a lost sheep. What’s going on with him??

Yet, I can’t tell Tony that. Always keep a happy, brave face, right? Dignity at all costs!!


Like most Latin Americans would, I’m waving with my hands now, blabbing excitedly “OK, listen to this, Friday evening comes and it’s way too easy to spot my date: it’s freezing outside, but the guy is wearing…”  drum rolls —  “…Shorts, a bright orange running jacket, and best of all, a flashlight on his forehead!”

Paralyzing. Huh?

Horrendous. For a date?! The bright side is Tony and I are rolling in the aisles.


“So there I am. Hmm. Sigh. Here we go again. My, my! Seriously?!”  — feeling disappointed. What else?

“Skit!!” — I swear in Swedish — “Bad start. Hahaha. But, in the spirit of not judging a child by its dirty face and running nose, let me give this guy a chance…

“Then, uh-oh. Oh no! He opens his mouth and his English sounds so natively…

“…American. Bollocks!”


“But Anna, you speak American English!”

“Yeah, but I love when guys speak British English!”

Classy, sexy, dreamy.


“Besides… I’m expecting a cute German accent. But OK, OK, whatever. Off we jog.

“We’re on our way, and I’m fighting to keep up with him – a frequent marathon runner – so I go ‘Could-you-please-do-most-of-the-talking-as-I-can’t-run-this-fast-and-chat-at-the- same-time?-puff-puff!’

“Detail, the guy is towering 30 cm above me – he’s got long, long strides.”


“And then?” Tony wants to cross the finishing line of my story.

“Can you believe it??? The one and only topic my gold-medal date talks about is Donald Trump??

“Run, trump, trump, jog, trump, trump, stomp, trump, trump, trump, trump.

“He doesn’t ask me one single thing about my life. He shares nothing about his. All I get is 4k of frumpy trumping! Haha.”

Tony laughs hard with me.

“And since I’m struggling to match his pace, panting like a pug, I can’t really find my breath to try and change the subject,” I giggle “Mentally reprimanding myself for not being in the habit of training harder!

“As we’re nearing the end of the track – between one trumpy second and the next – the tall American leans way down and steals a kiss. ‘Now let’s go up to my hotel room, shall we champ?’ he says confidently.”  I dramatize the memory to express my outrage “Just like that!”

“Haha. Seriously? I envy the guy’s foreplay skills!” Tony is enjoying himself “He thought Trump talk would have turned you on?! Hahaha. What a winner. Haha… Oh btw, was he for or against Trump?”

“He was against him,” I answer, noticing the girl sitting close to us staring at me with an amused expression.

We all introduce ourselves and I add, feeling self-conscious now, “Luckily, my dates have mostly been fine. People out there do seem to be pretty nice.”

Feeling vulnerable, all of a sudden – with a sweet feminine voice – and at a much slower pace, I remind Tony, “I did meet my boyfriend online last year, remember?” I sulk, not able or willing to refer to him as my ex.

No, no, no! Can’t be.


So, turning the focus of our attention to the new lady, I ask, “What about you? Are you single and possibly on the lookout?”

“Yeah, do you also go online dating?” Tony adds to my inquiry.

“Yes. Yeah. Not yet,” Niina quickly dismisses the chance to discuss her own love life with us “Your story is hilarious, Anna! Do tell us, how did you react when he invited you up like that?”

“I told him to go trump himself, of course!” admittedly, not exactly in those words.


“Come on, Anna, you’re so naive! The guy has a pic of his gift-wrapped private parts and you can’t guess what his present to you is gonna be?”

Keep laughing to keep from crying.


“Gosh!” I exclaim.

“OK… to be fair, turns out my flashlight date is half-American, so cut him some slack, will you? Our jogging takes place on Trump’s inauguration day, after all.” We’re all nodding with empathy now. Yeah, right. Tbh, we’re just laughing.

Hey, Anna, why don’t you write a book with all your online experiences? A separate chapter for every date,” Tony suggests, as many of my other friends have before.

“Hey, if you do, let me know. I’d want to read that!” Niina encourages me some more.

“No, seriously,” they keep at it, “That could a nice project for your Year of the Cock…”


So… here I am.

Now friends, without any further ado, let’s rewind the story to Xmas 2015, when this specific tale begins.

New beginnings.

Back to the real Anna. Not this silly temporarily lost case, but the real me. And maybe, just maybe you’ll understand.

© 2017 rf



Obs. Day 405 since moving out.



Author: TinderellaAnna

Anna is a character. Half-fictional, half-inspired in many, many true events. Half-European, half-Latin-American. She is happy, she is strong, she is a mom, a teacher, a friend. Despite the divorce - not of her choice - she is determined to be joyful, grateful, hopeful, sweet; believing that life is for sharing and that he is somewhere out there. But he will have to be as lovable as she is. After all, better alone than in bad company. Sigh: but better in good company than alone... Disclaimer: All names and places have been changed to protect the people who happen to be true.

42 thoughts on “Prologue – Trump Him, Dump Him?”

  1. A very compelling beginning! Your dialogue (inner and aloud) is hilarious. I HAD to keep reading. I think your friends had a good suggestion; a book with a chapter about each failed dating experience. Trusting the final ones will be successful, however. (I’m a hopeless romantic!)

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    1. Thank you very much! Made my day (not a great day before, but lots of gratefulness and prayer).

      I’m humbled to say I’ve had some great feedback of people telling me they laugh out loud, cry, think about their own situations or are just entertained and rooting for me – a hopeless romantic, too. (Have you been blessed in this area?) Fingers crossed for me! And hands together…

      It will mean the world to me if you keep reading, even if just a chapter a week (though many men have read 40 in one sitting, can you believe it?) Haha.

      Have a wonderful day, will keep checking out your blog. 🙂

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      1. My recovery is progressing well, thank you for asking 🙏 Unfortunately, the surgery was of the nature where I am unable to yet sit up and work, though heaven knows I already tried once to disastrous effect.

        And I will definitely visit again soon to read more chapters.

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