Chapter 8 – Moi

And then in person lots and lots and LOTS of hugging. Firm, heart-warming, life-warming, time-stopping, heart-healing embraces! And touching: natural, magnetic, spontaneous and very affectionate, the don’t-want-to-keep-my-hands-off-you kind of touch. I know that is out there. Ah……..

 

Thursday, 14 January 2016.

 

Day 25

 

Dear Diary,

School restarted a week ago, and what a relief to leave those separation tears back in 2015. Phew! I really couldn’t stand working feeling so disconsolate. It just drained all my mental and physical energy.

And yes! Today is Friday.

The teens and I are going to watch a movie soon, but, but, wait, wait, wait! I still have time to write a little. ☺️

 

Over a hundred matches on Tinder so far, some nice chats since the first week, but nothing super exciting to report yet (since the first disappointment😕).

Idk… Finnish guys seem so slow! Or way too private.

Non-committing, little effort, no flirting.

Yawn. 🤤

Mysterious or a bit boring 😳 – is that bad to wonder about?

Sorry… 😁

They send a “Moi” (hi in Finnish), or a “Beautiful smile, there,” or a dull “Hey, how’s the weekend going?” and seem to expect the lady to do all the rest of the hard work.

So, like I wrote before, I’m thinking the mechanics of the app couldn’t be any easier to use, but human behavior??

 

I have obviously never kissed a Finnish guy.

Hmm. Probably never flirted (back) with one. Growing up off and on in South America, the only Finnish men I knew were my grandfather, my brother and my cousins. And an occasional uncle who flew in to visit.

I always greatly admired their ‘sisu, a Finnish word for strength and courage, intelligence, hard work, focus and stubbornness. 💪 

I dreamed of learning my grandparents’ language and perhaps moving here. But do I maybe see all Finnish men as brothers and cousins?

OMG, I think so!!

I’m a forty-year-old divorcée who doesn’t go to bars and lives in a country full of Finnish men. How am I ever going to find someone?

It’s the end.

The Apocalypse.

Ha-ha.

Is it cultural differences, I wonder? I’m half South American, after all.

Is it my artistic nature???

I need emotions and enthusiasm; I like intensity, romance and vulnerability.

Hey you, prospect bf:

WANTED

You’ve gotta be flirty, but true. Players suck – big time.

A guy who is daring, positive, decisive, hey, that shows confidence; and confidence (without the arrogance, please!) is always hot.

Who cares about your size or your six-pack! There must be that yes feeling about your personality and the way we keep on interacting: both playfulness and depth, curiosity, purpose, butterflies in my stomach, keep them coming.

🦋 🦋 🦋

Intelligence!

And then in person lots and lots and LOTS of hugging. Firm, heart-warming, life-warming, time-stopping, heart-healing embraces! And touching: natural, magnetic, spontaneous and very affectionate, the don’t-want-to-keep-my-hands-off-you kind of touch.

 

I know that is out there. Ah……..

 

Still… I have been chatting a lot because, truth is, I like being social and getting to know new people. I’d even love to make some new quality friends. I’m the kind who basically likes everybody until proven wrong. And that rarely happens… I just love people: I’m very social about them and their life story.

Who they are, why they are here, what they are in pursuit of?

Has anyone broken their hearts? Do they have kids? How’s the divorce going? Are they good dads?

Am I going to be OK, too? 😖

Is it tough being a single parent and the likes.

What are their hopes and dreams? What makes their hearts beat faster? What brings the best of smiles to their faces? What makes them excited to wake up in the mornings and go to work?

Help! Are they even happy??

Teen duty calls! ❤️‍

 

Ah, P.S. Anna, you can do this!!

© 2017 rf

 

 

Obs. Day 25 since moving out. What now?

 

 

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.

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