Today, I've got "The big honor" to talk about one subspecies of "man" (at least, It has a penis) who I will call: The Hole-hunter (El caza-agujeros in Spanish). Like every females know, It's so common to find a man on the prowl who, through the most well-known sleights, tries "to take you to the garden" or the bed, to the car or the hotel... The place, the drunken state, the ways, how you look like, if you're kind or not... These things are secondary or tertiary for them. They hunt holes because this is his only purpose. It doesn't matter if she is blonde, brown or redhead. Tall or small. Fat or thin. With tits or without thems. The most important thing is introducing his penis somewhere whose inside is wet. (It doesn't care if It has hair or not, neither).
Normally, the hole-hunter acts at night, he's predictable. However, I must admit that I have been fooled by one of them, with a different way of acting, more subtle, but equally absurd and senseless. My theory is that these kind of men read an
Spanish article about Erasmus girls. In summary, this opinion piece says that the essential diet of every woman of
Erasmus is alcohol and cocks.
Accordingly, there are some guys who still believe that this is true, which all outgoing girls who we are temporally out of our country don't have other thing to do: just searching penises and settling for what we are served. JA. (I'm not as Erasmus, but It's a similar idea). Temporality is important in this case, because this is a garantee for them: we are not goint to be here our whole life, we're not going to claim a serious relationship and we hardly are going to give them much pain in the ass. Anyway, we'll go back to our country and you'll leave them alone, peacefully.
F.R. (I'm respecting his anonymity, although he didn't respect me at all) is an Spanish guy who I met trough a website which Irene recommended to me.
Glocals is created for meeting people who lives in Geneva and going out, making plans, changing languages and cultures (if you want to fuck, of course you will find somebody to do it), but our main reason is just, treating with other people. In fact, we've had so good experiences, like the Friday Night Party or the finnish guy who we have met.
Disguised as false correction and apparently, looking for people to "hang out", FR started acting. The first day we met to drink a coffee, the second to have lunch. Everything was OK. (Although I should have suspected something after his ex-girlfriend phoned him so angry telling that she didn't want to know anything more about him, apparently "he didn't anything wrong", they had had a "friendship" relationship for two years).
The fact that he seems to have forgotten (or rather, he preferred to omit it) is that we kissed each other. I'm not a Saint, that's true, kissing somebody does not mean marriage, but I don't go kissing every penis with legs that crosses my way. So, we can deduce that I liked him. It seems that, for him, talking and being with a girl to finish fucking, is too much effort and in less than a week he got tired.
So, he decided to add my friend Irene in Facebook (It seems that there are no more women in Geneva). This is the funniest part of the Story. I had been speaking to him about my friend Irene, that she is working as au pair too, she is my support here. We do everything we can together. And he knows It. But in an attack of meanness (or rather of heater, in which his lower brain influenced the top), he decided to try his luck with my friend, because with me he didn't have enough. What made me realize that he has no filter at all: I'm blonde / redhead, she's brown hair, and I have blue eyes, hers are brown, I am a little bit taller than her. And not only that, he didn't even know how was her personality, because he had never spoken to her.
He though that she wasn't going to tell me anything about this. Really? Does he think that our relationship is based on walking down streets, looking at new cities and speaking just about job? That seems. Therefore, his plan was quite funny: he had me in Standby (F.R., you should be aware of how fucked up a standby), while he was trying to add to his conquests to Irene. At the beginning, she was following his game. (I saw EVERYTHING, because she wanted to show me everything. She copied the whole conversation). I must to add that she didn't have to say anything hot, 'cause he started to flirt on his own. However, when she showed that she was annoyed with some things he had told (logically), he tried to solve It, the best he could.
Seemingly, he was just kidding, not flirting (Please, whoever is reading this, make a comment telling if this photo looks like flirting or not, maybe we are just evil-minded. It's just a phrase).
We have all learnt a lesson today. Me, that appearances are deceiving and men always think with the pennis. And "who laughs last, laughs best."
F.R., know that "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush" and "greed broke the sack." (I love the sayings). And I can be 10 years younger than you, but I'm not an asshole. I appreciate the laughter that we had because of you and this story that you have provided me on my journey. Ah, a little humility is never enough.
