Fuckboys in foreign countries and the best first and last date in Croatia...

This week has been a roller coaster ride on a yacht - sailing with a fascinating bunch of strangers, kissing the wrong guys, then questioning my decision about why I always kiss the frogs - fuelled with very little sleep, lots of alcohol and partying every single night. 

I went into the week with no expectations, I knew that putting myself in the confines of a small boat with people I'd known nothing about could all go wrong. And so, I ended up on a boat with essentially a porn couple from the US with very little boundaries who spoke about having butt sex all the time, a socially inept German man who spoke very little, a couple of fun girls from Switzerland who I knew I'd get on with, the sweetest couple from Chile and Argentina; the kinds you know are meant to be together, and the most genuine, fun guy from New York. Basically, this was like The Big Brother house on a boat. 

Add 50 other boats with similar personalities, full of good looking, young people and essentially it was Big Brother meets Love Island. There was a lot of hooking up involved. I hadn't gone to it with the idea to hook up at all, but... 

On the first night, I found myself making out like a 16-year-old with a very pretty 25-year-old British Army guy. I didn't plan on kissing him, but we'd essentially been speaking all night about politics and religion, and good intelligent conversations are my aphrodisiac. On day one, he was telling me he'd love to take me to dinner in London. On day two, he's drunk and telling me he's intimidated by me because "... you are intelligent", by day four, he didn't even acknowledge me. And by day five, he had kissed at least three other girls in front of me. In his defence, he was young, hot blooded and attractive. As for me, I obviously, need to stop kissing these kinda boys. 

Throughout the week, there were boys a plenty who only wanted to hook up and there was no shame about it. It had the same pattern, tell the girl how pretty and gorgeous she is and boom on to the next one they are. That's their game with any girl. It's what fuckboys do. Another guy from the same British Army boat was chivalrous enough to ask me, "Your boat or mine?" Charming! 
So, by the end of the week, even though I had the best time with my Big Brother House crew. I was ready to go home. Except that I had an extra day in Split. I was tired, exhausted, had too much to drink and no sleep, and I had that one more day in Split. I was even tempted to pay the extra money, get on the plane and not spend another day in Croatia. I think although I had so much fun with my crew, the fickleness of romantic connections made me question a lot about the decisions I make in my love life. And even though, I had no intention of getting together with anyone, the colossal amount of douchery that I was attracting just got me questioning, why always me? What am I doing wrong? Is it because I always fall for the pretty ones? 


So, on my last day in Split, I decided to hang out with a couple of really cool guys. And it ended up being a perfect ending to an awesome trip. We walked around the beautiful city and ended up having the best conversation about travelling, views on marriage, adoption, work-life balance, Buddhism, books we should read, places we should travel to, what we all wanted out of life, etc. etc. The two boys were best friends, and one of the guys was leaving later that day, so I decided to meet up with the other one for dinner that night. 

Turns out, it was a date. He did all the man things on text... 

1. "My friend has told me of a place close by that she says I must take you to if you didn't have anything in mind. How about I stop by in like an hour and pick you up for dinner?" Yes, did his homework and implied that it was a date. And asked me if I was okay with his choice. 
2. When I suggested that I could meet him in town, his response was - "Just hold on tight. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Plus, I haven't seen your side of the town"

The dinner was lovely, we talked for hours. Yes, the litre bottle of wine helped too. We were at a local Croatian restaurant with both tables next to us celebrating their birthdays. We ended up singing Happy Birthday to them and chatting to them for a bit. Then one of the girls on the table next to us asked him if this was a first date, to which he replied, "yes". Next thing, she suggested we kiss. Which we did :) We were the last ones to leave the restaurant, the waiter joined us for a shot of some local liqueur. My date paid for the dinner. And then he got someone to take a photo of us outside the restaurant for the memory bank :) :) 

Yes, I was in one of the most amazing cities in the world, having the most perfect date with the sweetest man who was treating me the way I'd always wanted men to treat me. It could almost have been scripted. And like in the movies, we ended up walking by the sea, laughing and joking; almost effortlessly. 

He stayed the night because I had an early morning flight that I didn't want to miss. We chatted all night, he held me, and treated me like a queen. And unlike all the other boys that I'd met throughout the week who started the conversation by calling me gorgeous and pretty, he said I looked beautiful just the one time, but he made me feel like a million dollars. That's because gentlemen know that women care more for chivalry and conversations, than some fake compliments.

He wasn't my type in terms of looks; wherein lies a cliche lesson - it's not about the way they look, it's about the way they make you feel. 


I'll probably never see him again. He lives in a different continent. But this perfect date was just the reminder I needed that I'll have to kiss a lot of frogs before I get to my Prince Charming. He probably does exist... somewhere xxx 

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