Dating a Woman

Dating a woman is not easy. There was a letter in my letterbox. It was the answer to my last contact ad. I ran upstairs and opened it. I rung her up. ‘This is the best therapy’, I thought. I was lucky, she was at home.

Dating a Woman

She told me that she has no time now. She had to visit her doctor. “Do you have the flu or something like that?”, I asked her.

“No, no, I don’t have the flu. It is all somewhat psychological, and I have problems with my boyfriend…”

“What boyfriend? But you have placed a contact ad.”

“Yes, but he is only a platonic boyfriend. He is always sitting around me and now he is also sitting here.”

“Okay, then may I ring you back in a few hours or so?”

“Yes, please ring me back in 3 hours or so…”

That’s what I did. I called her back after 3 hours. She answered the phone immediately. “Everything okay”, she said “He left.”

“What did he want?”, I asked her.

“Well, he wants something, but I don’t like to be fumbled by him. First I have to ask my psychiatrist what I should do about him.”

“Do nothing”, I said. “Let’s meet first.” We talked for some time about her and my interests and I thought we might match. “..and how did it go with your contact ads, did you meet someone already?” I asked.

I think you shouldn’t ask a question like that because I always get bad answers. This time too.

“If you think that you can stick it into me only to bang negative energy into me then you are on the wrong track.”

“What do you mean? Negative energy?”

“Once I knew a healer who told me that if a woman is not emotionally stable then some men just stick it in and squirt negative energy into you. This can weaken you and can weaken your immune system.”

‘This woman is completely insane’, I thought. ‘Better I agree or she gets mad.’

“Yes, you could be right there.” I said carefully.

“So, do you understand now! That’s not the way I like it, no sex right away, I want to talk. I want to talk first!”

“No problem”, I said “when can we meet?” “Let’s meet tomorrow, we can have a coffee somewhere…” We agreed to meet the next day in town for a coffee. I didn’t worry too much about my negative energy.
Next day I waited ten minutes in front of a restaurant. Nearby was a phone booth and I was not sure if among the women who were standing around was the one I should meet. I didn’t know how she looked like. Suddenly one of those women looked at me and I walked up to her. “Sorry, but are you the one I should meet?” I asked her. She looked at me and asked nervously. “How did you get this idea? What do you want?”

“Sorry, I must be mistaken you for somebody else.” Why can’t women simply answer a simple question without getting upset or hysterical. I waited 25 minutes and was slowly getting angry, then she appeared suddenly. She recognized my clothing, fixed me with her eyes and came straight up to me.

We said “Hello” and went into the building where we took the elevator to go to a restaurant at the upper floor. On the way up she said that it is to warm for her. Why didn’t she take off her warm jacket? I said ok and proposed another restaurant. We took her car and drove to another place and went inside.

Now I realized that she looked a bit elegant and this simple restaurant might not be the right place for her. When she sat opposite of me I could observe her better than before. She had a nice body but when she took off her sunglasses I saw the five-times double-stocked bags under her eyes, which were hanging down right to her nose bridge and I must admit, I had difficulties to develop any positive feelings for her.

But I thought, give her a chance, I am looking not very good either. So I ignored her eye bags and realized also that she was heavily made-up. She was slim and wearing jeans and a leatherjacket and looked older than her age. Her neck had a lot of wrinkles.

The waiter came and we ordered two cappuccinos. We were talking about music. She said: “I freak out when I hear music.” I wondered but decided not to discuss this and let her talk first about herself. She mentioned that we met maybe too quick and that she should have asked her psychologist first before she meets me. “What kind of psychologist is this?” I asked.

“It is not a real psychologist, it is an excorcist driving out bad spirits.”
Oh my god, I thought. “Yes, that’s what he is doing and I must go to him in a few minutes.”

“Why? We are having coffee now.” I said. “Yes, but I must go to this man soon, later on I go again but first I have to visit him for a short

“What does he do?” I asked her. “Well, I sit down on the floor in front of him and he takes off his clothes and dances half-naked in his shorts in front of me.”

“And what is the function of this?” I asked out of scientifical curiosity without blinking an eye.

“After that, I feel really good. It is like being internally cleaned.” She said.

“Interesting and what does he charge for that?”

“He has no fixed fee, main thing is he can help somebody, he gets a donation. After this I always feel good, but I have to go there quite often because the effect is gone after a short time.”

“Finally not the right thing.” I said.

“Yes, but at the moment this is the best for me. There is nothing better for me at this time.” She said. I decided not to discuss this and ordered some tarts with cream instead. The waiter served them and she tried to divide them. A this moment a tart was falling down on to the floor.

I turned around, unfortunately the waiter had looked to our table and had seen this. ‘Shit! How embarrassing! I can’t return to this place again’, I thought.

“Just push the tart with your foot under the table.” I said to her. One little push would have been enough and the tart would have been out of sight.

“No, I can’t do that!” She said, grabbed the paper tablecloth
and ripped a piece off.

I thought: ‘My God hopefully the waiter has not seen it.’ And I turned around. Fortunately the waiter was occupied with his guests and had not seen anything. She bowed down under the table to pick up the tart. When she touched it the tart was crumbling into countless little crumbs.

The whole floor under the table was full of small tart pieces and crumbs. ‘How embarrassing’ I thought and put my foot in front of them to avoid attracting any attention. Fortunately she decided to give up and let the tart crumbles as they are.

“Hmm”, she said “things are not running well today.”

“Don’t worry! Let it be as it is!”, I said “please tell me something about yourself.”

Suddenly her eyes turned up looking at the ceiling. “Is everything ok?” I asked.

“I have to go now!” She said. “I can’t stand to be here any longer, this narrowness!”

“What narrowness?” I asked “Here are thirty tables in a large room.”

“Yes, but this narrowness, I don’t know, I can’t stand it somehow.” “Just drink your coffee, you just sipped the cream.”

“Yes, I know, I think I have to make a phone call.” She said. She ran to the phone.

I thought, meanwhile I could go to the toilet. I got up. When I returned the woman had disappeared. The waiter came to me and said:”You haven’t paid yet!” How embarrassing.

At this moment she came back in from outside. Apparently she went only outside and the waiter thought that she left. I had enough and paid and just wanted to get out.

“I have to get out of here, I have to get out..” she said.

We left quickly and some guests already watched us. “I think we are not a good match.” I said when we were outside.

“I told you that I am not very healthy.” She said.

“Yes, you have said this.”

I didn’t care anymore, just wanted to leave. It was not my job to heal her soul. If she goes to this dancing idiot and gets confused then this is her business. I have my own problems. We said goodbye after exchanging this idotic empty phrase. “Maybe I’ll give you a ring.”


Scammed? Another Option


I am a UK professional, 52, who wanted to find a companion online. I was scammed twice by Asian ladies (my first choice as I spent time there many years ago) over a period of two years and was on the verge of giving up when a friend introduced me to a Philippine based company.

They have taken a different approach and protect the identity of both the men and women on the site. They also cater to the gay community although its not advertised.

You are sent profiles and based on your selection “dates” are set up for you in the Philippines. You have to travel over to meet your “picks”. They don’t allow any messaging or communication between their clients and members to protect both.

I picked four girls from the profiles they sent and landed in Manila two weeks later. I spent a glorious two weeks there and lo and behold, met the woman who now shares my life. A beautiful, intelligent English speaking Filipino.

There are other ways to do the online dating thing, people just need to be made aware. Be careful, be sensible and don’t let your online contacts pull at your heart strings or purse strings. If anyone wants to have a look at the site here is the address

Its not cheap, but actually, given the time and money I wasted over the two years online, it would actually have ended up saving me money had I gone there first. Maybe some of you are in the same position.

Good luck and I hope you find happiness out there.



I must be some sort of sucker, I must assume, as I honestly have been scammed twice on dating sites and these women talked to me for over a year.

Each time we are to meet something would always happen. I should have known and I guess I did but I didn’t want to believe it.

They make you fall for them so deeply it is amazing and l just couldnt let go.

One is still on my hangouts and she knows that I know she’s scamming me, but l really think she is into me but won’t admit to much even when I pressure her.

I say, it’s over and she keeps saying she misses me and wants to keep talking I won’t send any money as I did before, I know dumb, but so convincing, wow. So be careful.


I think I’m ready (or getting that way)

Hello. I am a 57 year old single man, seeking a woman. I have been on my own for about 5 years now. For the most part, I have enjoyed it. My last girlfriend left me after 10 years. Long story, there.

Anyway, before that, I had been pretty much in something with someone for 29 years, been in what I thought was love 5 times in that amount of time. The past 5 years have been a breath of fresh air, to be honest with you. And I’ve had some time to reflect on things.

I was deathly afraid, for all those decades, to be alone, for fear that it would never change. I never actually fathomed the idea that I would enjoy it. It’s kind of nice being able to come and go as I please without having to justify it with anyone or prove that I have been where I say I’ve been.

I won’t have that, anymore, by the way. If that isn’t much of a selling point, oh well. Maybe I’m not what you’re looking for.

What I am looking for is someone to do things with often, but not full time. I like to go out and sing, pretend I can dance, shoot pool, go hiking, work out (I like to, and sometimes even do it). I would really like to find somebody that can and will do some of those things with me occasionally, like a couple times a week.

I guess, underneath it all, I kind of miss romance. There was, most of the time, a hand to hold onto, and somebody to wake up with in the mornings. Lately, I’ve left that behind for freedom, which, to tell the truth, isn’t something I regret, after 29 years serial monogamy that ended up not working anyhow.

Boy, I sure hope this doesn’t sound too bitter or cynical or something. But that’s my story. They called for honesty, and this is pretty much what I’m about right now.


Meeting a Woman

Meeting a woman can be quite uncomfortable when you have never seen and met her before. When you just know her photo from the internet. The photo can be quite different than her appearance in reality, believe me. She can look better in reality, or worse.

You don’t know this before you actually see her in real life.

I once used the chat and contacted a woman. She was from the Philippines, around 50 years old and had a son.

However, we chatted for some hours and finally she gave me her phone number. I rang her up, she hardly spoke English, but we talked for some hours.

Next day I rang her up again and sometimes she rang me up when she came home from work. She had a job with McDonalds.

After a week or so we finally agreed to meet at the main railway station. First she didn’t want to meet me at all because she was scared but changed her mind after we talked about it on the phone.

I waited for her at track number 1 inside the main railway station. I finally saw her coming but she looked different than on the photo. I didn’t like her face. But I thought: just let it happen and wait for the outcome.

We took the next train to a nice suburb and went into a cafe.
Somehow she came across very irritated when I forgot to get the sugar for her coffee. I never drink coffee with sugar, just black, so I forgot to get the sugar. I was quite nervous too.

After sometime we walked through the town and I showed her my passport to make her feel more secure. After some hours we were able to talk freely and we went to my flat taking the train to another suburb where I lived.

When we were sitting in my living room I was not sure if I should try to enter a relationship with her. I didn’t feel comfortable at all with her. She was not the type of woman I like.

I said: Let’s just be friends.

But she suddenly took my hand and said I should sit on the couch beside her. I went over and she started kissing me. Finally we ended up in bed together and a relationship was born. I just let it happen. Why should I worry, I thought. If it goes on, it goes on, if not then not.

This relationship didn’t last long, just a few months. She didn’t really love me and I didn’t get on with her son. After some time she started treating me badly. For example she wanted to visit me on Saturday but she never turned up and didn’t even ring me up to tell me that she will not come.

Or she was often in a bad mood when I visited her. To visit her I had to take a train and go for over an hour ride. So I visited her frequently every 2 weeks. I stayed a few days but then I had to go. I didn’t understand why. I had no real job and worked a bit online. So I hang around in her apartment all day and she went to her job at McDonalds in the morning until 4 o’ clock in the afternoon. This situation didn’t make her happy and I didn’t feel well because I knew she had a problem with that.

On top of that she always did what she wants without communicating with me. For example on Christmas she went with her son to a birthday party of her Philippine female friend and I had to stay at home.

In the end I had enough of her bad moods and her bad behaviour and I never visited her again.

“If she is not happy with me, then I find someone else”, I thought.