The second installment in my series of the weird stuff boys do when left to their own devices. While it isn’t the best situation it’s quite a nice ease-in for me into cohabiting for the first time.
I was hoping everyone would tell me you can train them out of all this, but apparently not. This is the first in what I plan to be an on-going saga of WTFness brought on by living with a boy for the first time. In the sense that I get to learn everything that is going to piss me off in the comfort of my own home.
I had been allocated a seat at a table with persons whom I had never met, and sat next to the Brazilian Gabi, who has since become a friend.
At all times one must allow one’s instinct to be on high alert, no matter what one’s heart is telling one and how long the soft-soaking ‘program’ may take.
Let me justify this Blogpost on my Blog by saying that I joined the international internet dating site Tinder on the day of the Eat Out Top 10 Restaurant Awards in mid-November.
I am aware of the underworld of sex tourism in Colombia and I am aware that there are many strip clubs, and brothels in Medellin.
Strippers and hookers are not the type of girls that I date, so I will not be referring to that in this post. My situation is a little different than most foreigners here in Colombia.
Boys Can’t Close Things I’ve realised that boys seem to have an aversion of shutting anything. This just sits open, waiting for me to stub my toe on it. I think this sits fully open as our cupboards close themselves if they’re only ajar. I threw all my earrings out so he could have a little cufflink pot and they weren’t just scattered to the four winds at night.
He didn’t even realise it was his drawer, with all his socks in it, until I mentioned it. Perhaps he thinks he will forget it again if he can’t see what’s in it. Surprisingly, what never happens is any serious involvement of the police (it seems that overzealous parents are more than sure of their own creep-chasing abilities) or some sort of clarification that the character in question is not attracted to children.Guess they'll have to live with being mistaken for paedophiles all their lives.The kid might scream, or parents/nannies might overlook the conversation and come to the wrong conclusion, but it usually ends with several parents chasing the would-be-creep with peppersprays, purses filled with bricks and TASER guns. If he's an Unsympathetic Comedy Protagonist, we also laugh.If he's an actual paedophile, the trope doesn't really apply.Places frequented by tourists in Medellin are more saturated with foreigners than before.