Cinderella Dating

Throughout the years…I’ve always considered myself an avid gamer. Not an intense, over the top, fully dedicated supergamerfanatic, but I’ve clocked a LOT of hours behind the screens of my different games. And when it comes to my gaming, regardless of the amount of hours booked, I’ve always been the ‘casual’ type. Most games come

Perfectly Amazing

Oftentimes, as the competitive person that I am – I think about the ways to excell in the things I do in life. Both my own achievements as well as my work-environment are aimed specifically at a constant abundance of goals, successes and ambition. To strive is a must, not an exception and to achieve

Coffee Crime

When it comes to being an attentive hostess, I’ve never been the most talented of household-goddesses. My idea of being a good host mainly hinges on the presence of a LOT of everything in the house. The service doesn’t really come included. So if you end up on my couch – you best get comfortable

In short!

It’s official. I’m turning into one of those porch hag old bitter ladies. You know the type, sitting in their rocker, looking out over their tiny front yard and angrily shaking their fist at the youngsters passing by al raucously, skirting too close to her gardenias. Now, with my talent for killing flowers I obviously

Whole

I just want to feel something againDone with brokenNumbAnd sad.  I just want to be myself againDone with mourning,WhatI had.  I just want to love someone againDone with lonely,GoingMad.  I just want to know myself againDone with excuses,FeelingBad.  I just want toWant toNeed toBe just whole again.  But I don’t know if I can.

‘Real’.

Sometimes I have these days where I feel a bit disconnected from the world around me. I don’t know if disconnected is the right word to use, because it’s not really what I mean exactly. They’re days where I feel a little fuzzy. Not the fluffy kind – but the grey-snow-on-the-tv kind of way. Scrambled.

Tinder Tales – A case of the Roy

So.It turns out I’m a total name-ist when it comes to dating, hahaha. Or at least, when it comes to my current Tinder-swiping behaviors. When asked to describe my (physical) taste in men I usually fall back on the silly description ‘a boyish, slender, boy-next-door type, you know, Shawn Mendes-ish-y with great hair’. Too specific?

Dancing in the rain

Yesterday I decided I could totally be one of those girls who can take her ass outside while dancing in the rain – being overjoyed with life regardless of torrential downpours.You know the ones, they’re main characters in the romcoms and always manage to keep their hair and make-up intact regardless of the buckets of

Missing the McNoms!

Do you know what I miss most since we’ve been in various degrees of lockdown ‘round here in the Netherlands?It’s not human interaction. It’s not physical contact. It’s not being able to go wherever, whenever and not worry about witnessing people stir up trouble over something so simple as wearing a mask. Nope.I’m a simple

Quitting to win.

When I was younger I played a lot of tennis. A lot a lot of tennis. And I loved it, until I didn’t. But that’s not really the point of that first line. Because I was looking back at my shiny tennis career (just kidding, I wasn’t really that great) today. Mostly because I was