Posts By :

Galia Brener

Ho Ho Oh so SINGLE, and HAPPY for the holidays!
Ho Ho Oh so SINGLE, and HAPPY for the holidays! 1354 437 Galia Brener

The lights are hung in the city, and the festive holiday mood is spreading around like hungry mosquitos. Friends call to meet you at the Christmas market, which is already in full swing at the Römerberg in the middle of Frankfurt. When you arrive, you see the beautiful 28-meter tall Christmas tree decorated with magnificent bright lights, glittering in the evening sky. After a few minutes, you notice the many couples walking around you, holding hands, giving each other loving kisses, laughing, hugging – and all of a sudden, those tree lights turn into harsh blinking-blue reminders – making a mockery of your single holiday blues. The tree is not your friend anymore, and you escape to the next stall, in order to drown your sad thoughts with a few Glühweins.

Must the holidays be a constant reminder of how single you are? Does hearing ‘jingle bells’ every time you enter a store make you feel even lonelier? Let me shock you here for a minute… it doesn’t have to be that way! To be quite honest, being single during the holidays actually opens up a huge amount of possibilities to you. You are your own captain! You can accept or decline whichever holiday party invitations you wish, you can do whatever the hell you want to with your spare time, you can pamper yourself in a spa, you don’t need to buy your partner or their family any presents – think of all that extra cash you can now spend on yourself! Buy that sexy dress you saw in the store window, be the goddess that you are! You have more time to spend with your friends, or those you haven’t seen in ages, hang around more with your family, have extra time for your fun hobbies, take an exotic vacation during the holidays… basically, you have the freedom to do what you want, when you want to, and how you want to! That doesn’t sound so bad, does it? Actually, it sounds quite fabulous!

Dave, a friend of mine, was telling me that last year he organized the most amazing Christmas party for his big love, Julie, and her family. He showered her with beautiful gifts, and made sure that everyone felt welcomed and comfortable in their home during the holidays. Instead of showing a tiny bit of gratitude, Julie was complaining that everything is going wrong, how he is not good or respectful enough to her family, that she is under too much stress due to trying to be perfect and accepted by his family. The holiday season was a devastating disaster for both of them, even though Dave tried his very best. (The single people reading this are now thinking…oh, thank God I do not have to deal with this crap!) Am I right? The way that I see it is that there are both positive and negative aspects for being single or attached during the holidays. Being in a relationship can be wonderful, but there are also times of stress, fights, emotional overflows, attempts at pleasing each other and the families, and more chaos. Do not concentrate and fixate on the thought of how amazing it would be to have a partner now. This will only cause more emotional pain, which is not really needed right now – frowning causes wrinkles, and is not a good accessory to your New Year’s Eve outfit! So what, you’re single? Believe me, you’re not the only one out there. It’s not the end of the world, (Actually it might be, but we shall see in 2 weeks ;-) it’s just another year that some more holidays go by. So you see dear single boys and girls, being solo during the holidays is not so bad… instead of being sad, go and enjoy yourself, flirt, bake, dance, sing, work out, continue that stamp collection from childhood, learn Mandarin… there is so much to do!

The flirt-factor in December is quite high! The snowflakes are falling, and people want to have fun at the Christmas parties. So instead of wasting time and feeing down and depressed about being solo, take your fabulous self to a salon. Get a stunning new hairstyle, buy a seductive new outfit, and make plans with your dear friends for the next few weeks, including New Year’s Eve. You are fantastic and have no time for pitying yourself! You are a warrior of love, and deep down you know that the “right” person will come when the time is right! So why wait? Go out there, have fun and enjoy your life… good things shall come!

www.facebook.com/yesnomaybegalia

Keep the Faith!
Keep the Faith! 1354 437 Galia Brener

You just came, or shall I say ‘ran’ home from a date that you do not even want to admit that happened. How did you escape? Did you suddenly remember your great grandmother’s 130th birthday party, which actually starts in one hour, and “Oh no!” you left the birthday present: pet-monkey-in-a-box, underneath the seat of the U4? Or did you pull off the brave “force-yourself-out-of-the-restaurant-bathroom-window” getaway, not caring about the thorny rose bushes below? The main thing is that you got out of there fast, alive, and without a trace – of course not counting the bloody scratches from the roses. Anything, just not to enduring another hour with the date you’ve realized is actually an alien in a dress, or suit and tie. After all, how bad can flying through glass windows really be? I’m sure you will need this talent eventually some day, so consider it good practice for other insane situations. Congratulations! You have escaped the date from hell. You get home to your comfortable couch and think, “Do I ever want to go through that again?” It’s not just about the dates, but also the relationships, and even marriages. It’s about going through those awful experiences, which you never wish to repeat again, yet still miraculously being able to keep the faith in true love! Can you do that; keep the faith?

My best friend Jilli dated a guy last year. Let’s call him “C”. Last December they flew to Paris, to spend a beautiful weekend together. After all, isn’t Paris supposed to be the most romantic city in the world? On Saturday night, they went to Silencio, which is an astoundingly beautiful and mysterious nightclub, designed by David Lynch. The first drinks were ordered, and they went to dance. After some time, C went to get more drinks. 30 minutes have passed… then 1 hour, and he was nowhere to be seen. Jilli became concerned and went to search for him. She found C at the dark bar, with a woman on each side, hugging, laughing and drinking together. In front of them were numerous empty shot glasses and drinks. C had forgotten about her, and seemed to be having a wonderful time with these females. Instead of freaking out, Jilli approached the bar, turned her back to him and introduced herself to the women. After a few shared jokes, Jilli took over their attention, and the ladies had completely forgot about C’s existence. C was dumbly confused at how such a switch could suddenly happen?

While Jilli appeared to be laughing with the ladies, inside, her heart was shattering into a million pieces. Why the hell did she fly to Paris with him? Definitely not to stand alone in a dark club and watch him flirt with and touch other women in front of her face! What the hell was wrong with this imbecile?! She wanted to cry and scream at him; she was hurt and so damn disappointed. But instead, she went back to their hotel, packed her bag, and took the first flight back home alone to Frankfurt. It turned out that C is a suffering entity that keeps looking for the next adventure in order to feel at least half-alive. He sold his young company for multi-million Euros a few years back, and somehow lost touch with reality. Inside, he is extremely lonely, and suffers deeply because he cannot differentiate between which people are around him for his money, or because of him as a person. This is his curse, and therefore, he will never be able to find true love. The sad thing is that Jilli did not see this at the beginning, because he masked his rotten heart with convincing smiles, sweet words and promises. Jilli had true intentions for him, but got extremely hurt in the process. After time had passed, Jilli heard that C still treats all women like worthless pieces of dirt, even though some good ones have crossed his path. His regrets shall come later, when he is old and all alone.

What was Jilli supposed to do after this horror weekend? Give up on men, never go on dates anymore, or give up hope of finding true love? (Same goes the other way around for men in such situations). I believe that you never really know why something is happening, as it’s happening to you. The real reason becomes clear sometime later. In such situations, there are only two things that can be done. First is to have strong and unconditional faith; that good things will come to you when the time is right. What’s also important, is to believe that you deserve this goodness! This strong unrelenting faith is what shall keep you going. This is not easy, but it’s the only way to survive in this harsh dating world. The second choice is to lose faith in the goodness in people, and give up. Once this happens, deep sadness and bitterness sets in, and that’s when the downward spiral begins. It’s quite a dangerous path. However, I personally believe that this is a life lesson, and as strangely as it sounds, may even be a test – to see how much one really believes in and deserves true love. Giving up is the easiest path. It’s actually the strongest individuals who love beyond all imperfections, cry behind closed doors, and fight heartbreaking battles.

Jilli was upset for the following few months. She was angry at herself for falling into such a painful trap. The ego was hurt. But as time passed and grievances were forgotten, the heart still longed to meet a special person, and find true love. Little did Jilli know that one year after the catastrophic time with C, due to her unconditional faith in finding love – especially after such sick experiences – she will be together with her soul mate in Frankfurt, and finally have true love!

The point of this story is that Jilli did not give up, as tempting as it was. Let’s be realistic, we have all had our fair share of absurd dating situations, disappointments, failure of expectations and cruel intentions. But must we give these people the power to discourage and turn us into bitter non-believers? Best is to gather your strength, sense of survival, and not allow such people and situations to damage you. If you have been knocked down, get up, dust yourself off, find the courage and faith within yourself, and continue – knowing that you deserve better! True love really does exist, but you must believe in it.

www.facebook.com/yesnomaybegalia

Not So Casual Sex
Not So Casual Sex 1354 437 Galia Brener

We live in a time where dating different partners is as easy as owning many pairs of shoes. Whenever a newer, sought-after style comes out, we quickly forget the open-toe of last year, and run to the shops to buy the horrible sneakers with an integrated wedge heel. As soon as these monstrosities go out of style, there will surely come something newer, shinier, and prettier… but does that automatically make it better? Just like we change and throw out our shoes, our society has made it acceptable to do the same with partners that we date and sleep with. What happened that this became a “made-for-one-time-use-only” disposable generation? Like a multiple test in school: A, B, C, D, “all, or none” of the above, do we live in a multiple-choice society?

Jules and I went for a Bloody Mary at Vai Vai last week. She told me that she met a nice guy at the super cool Rockmarket party in Frankfurt. That evening they had a long chat about life, relationships, philosophy, and other fascinating topics. After the party, they kept in touch, and have decided to meet again. They had a wonderful evening of delicious food and drinks, and ended up going to his place. This mystery man was mesmerized by Jules, kissing her all the way up the stairs to his flat. They laughed, shared some private jokes, and had passionate sex into the early morning hours. After waking up, they had some coffee, and she left. A week has passed, and Jules is still waiting for him to call. Meanwhile, our mystery man has disappeared. For him, it was just casual sex. For her, it was not so casual.

Casual Sex: how do you feel the next morning, after the glittery glamorous butterfly effects of the alcohol has worn off, the make-up is smeared all over the face, the person you shared your body with is sleeping on the other end of the bed, back turned to you, and you feel… empty. The heart wants more. It wants to be hugged, caressed, loved, cuddled and be assured that the world is a beautiful and bright place to live in. But reality strikes when you open your eyes the next morning, and see the look in the other’s face, the looks that says without words, “Please leave my flat, I do not want to deal with you in my bed now… or ever.” That’s the look that makes you get dressed as quickly as possible, leave the scene of the crime, take the torturous walk of shame home, and try to forget that this ever happened. Do we really ever forget these events? Or do they haunt and torture us, taking with them a small piece of our soul, leaving a tiny empty hole.

Then again, there are some that simply love sex. They adore the exploration of the body, having a thrilling night of passion and seduction, without any strings attached. Why settle down for one, when there can be a new one as often as wanted? Instead of one grotesque wedge heeled-sneaker, you can have 10 in all different colors and styles! It’s casual sex between two consenting adults. Let’s take Samantha from Sex and the City as an example. She was a beautiful, successful, independent woman that enjoyed having casual sex. She was completely happy and satisfied with the many sexual variations in her life… and then came Smith. Once true love entered the scene, all variety was forgotten. Even Samantha, the lover of many lovers, gave into being with only one man, the man that won over her heart.

Expectation management: Casual sex is ok, as long as you can live with a non-guilty conscience of the consequences that follow. It has been observed that women are more likely to want more from a man after a night spent together, whereas for some men, it is simply casual sex. However, this is not to say that the roles cannot be reversed. But usually, women connect on an emotional level, whereas men tend to connect on a physical level. Is it possible to avoid getting hurt by discussing future expectations before getting into bed? Or is it a mood-killer?

What must be avoided, due to the sheer respect for a fellow human being, is leading someone on, with false expectations and illusions. This reminds me of a story that my friend Claudia told me once. Two years ago, she dated someone for a few weeks. Let’s call him “Cutlery-Man”. This summer she saw him at a street fest in the city. They had a warm reunion and went to her house for a delicious glass of Barolo, and a heart-to-heart conversation. He showered her with promises of a beautiful future together. She was looking into his bright blue eyes, charmed with every word that came out of his mouth. She figured that since they knew each other from the past, he would not lie to her. She gave into his hypnotic tales of a fraudulent life, and made love the entire night. Little did she know, he had not put on a condom as promised, and as he coldly left her flat the next morning, she rushed to her doctor to get the morning after pill. She was nauseous and sick all day, not only due to this awful strong pill, but also from his irresponsibility, and cruel carelessness. It dawned upon her, that his intentions were never true. He disgustingly lied his way into a night of casual sex with her. He did not even care about the damage this pill made to her body and soul. “Cutlery-Man” is a Frankfurt banker that came from a rural area. He is an empty walking shell of a man that has lost his happiness and joy for life. His selfishness possibly stems from the fact that he never got the proper love he needed at home, and therefore, he became a bitter man, a ghost. A week later, Claudia found out that Cutlery-Man has been calling and trying to sleep with a girlfriend of hers as well, knowing that both girls knew each other!

Saying all of the above, there have been times where casual sex has led to true love. I even know a couple that started dating, and got engaged shortly after. Fairytales do come true. Fate is a marvelous thing that can surprise you at the strangest of times! Be good, kind, fair, honest, respectful to yourself and others, and good things will come to you.

www.facebook.com/yesnomaybegalia

The Bad Boys
The Bad Boys 1354 437 Galia Brener

James Dean, Jesse James, James Bond; no, they’re not just the James’ of our era. They also come in the form of: an immature selfish alcoholic who is one of the owners of a Frankfurt advertising agency, your local telecommunication design conception hip hop psychopath, named after an action hero’s inferior partner, a cheating and heartless Frankfurter pseudo rocker who happens to be a driving instructor, a balding asocial wannabe golf pro that has seen better days long ago, and others. My dear ladies, be warned! I am sure some of you have dated these very same fellows, not to mention other disturbed ones.Like toxic poison, these Bad Boys (BBs) are harmful, and emotionally dangerous for us. Yet so many women are mysteriously drawn and hypnotized by them, like men are to the sound of a V8 engine zooming down the street. For ages, women have been attracted to men that display a strong sense of alpha male dominance. A man who “initially” seems to be strong, confident, fearless, intelligent, witty, caring, successful, fun and rebellious! The delicious, exotic appetite for excitement and adventure, which keeps us breathless, coming back for more, because you never actually know what shall happen next! It’s a high. Uncontrollability, unpredictability, and a challenging dominance. It’s BDSM. They give the pain, and their admirers, a.k.a “the masochists”, receive the pain. However, the simple truth is: Bad Boys are not the Alpha Males. They are the imitators but not the duplicators.

In a gentleman’s magazine, the following advice is given to men on becoming a cool Bad Boy: “Women always want what they can’t have, so make yourself busy and scarce. Be a mystery man. Be unpredictable. Be a challenge – let her do the work to get you, don’t call her, do not answer her. Once you do have her, it’s up to you. You can either keep her or start the game allover again.”

The Good Guys ask themselves over and over, why do women like such jerks? A typical female reaction to a BB is largely due to her biological sense of nurturing. She wants to help him, change him, bring out the goodness in him, and make him love her forever. Another factor that comes to play is her oldest enemy – the Ego. It’s a huge challenge for her! She can be the one that rescued and converted him into a Good Guy. Imagine how wonderful, and what a rush it would be to catch one of these Bad Boys and domesticate him? No one else managed to do this before her, and boom! She did it! She feels like Superwoman, a Femme Fatale! Better than the rest. Of course that’s the fantasy, or rather I shall be precise and say that’s the “illusion” of the situation. In reality, what happens is that she is stuck with unrequited love. Oxford dictionary defines this as: “(of a feeling, especially love), not returned.” Short, simple and bloody painful. God bless the precision of Oxford English. No matter if you are a magnificently beautiful, intelligent, sweet, clever, successful, charming woman – or all of the above – he will have the next hunt, the next challenge, the next adventure, the next power rush, the next mark after you.

A successful businesswoman – let’s call her K – once told me, “Galia, I want to finally have that good, kind, loving and caring man in my life. I’m so tired of chasing the Bad Boys. I always end up getting hurt.” Later on, she got a message on WhatsApp, but did not answer it. I asked her who it was? She said, “Oh, some guy that has been calling everyday for the last week, wanting to ask me out.” To me, it sounded like he was really into her. “That’s wonderful!” I smiled. “No!” K said, “He writes or calls every day. He is pursuing me too much, and is not mysterious at all. I am not excited, because there is no challenge. Actually to be quite honest, he bores me.” In my personal opinion, he seemed sweet, kind, caring and wanted to show K a great evening. For K, he was not wild enough. According to the male advice in the magazine, he did not make himself busy and scarce enough. Is K a masochist, or simply like the rest of us? Where is the balance? Be careful what you wish for, it might come true.

In a very popular TV series, which we know and love, Carrie dates Mr. Big. He hurts her over and over again. For more than 6 years he played with her heart and soul. Humiliating her, leading her on, cheating on her, marrying someone else, coming back, and ruining her brief happiness with a good man. On her wedding day with Big, Carrie looked like a beautiful angel in her glamorous Vivienne dress, and innocent turquoise feather. She believed in him, and in their love, but he left her alone at the altar, and drove off. Yet, she still came back to him.

Why do we do this to ourselves? Some say that pain is the strongest emotion that one can feel. It’s more intense, and hits deeper than any other feeling. Does pain secretly feel better than happiness? Do we need to have personal dramas, so that life does not become boring? My Darlings, let’s be strong, and stop hurting ourselves. We have all been there. It’s time to break the pattern and choose a Good Guy. For those who believe or want to believe in this phenomenon known as “True Love”, I will leave you with a quote that I came across a few days ago:

“One day you’ll find someone who shows you why it never worked out with someone else.” And most likely, he will not be a Bad Boy.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

www.facebook.com/yesnomaybegalia

Love(in)g Mainhattan Part II
Love(in)g Mainhattan Part II 1354 437 Galia Brener

Heather, totally annoyed, was still sitting across from me at Wagner’s, playing with the Grüne Soße on her plate. “What’s your point Galia? Jilli went on a boat and saw some cute guy. So what? Jilli is everyone’s darling, and gets approached by many guys. She doesn’t have to deal with the same problems that we do!” said Heather. I gave her one of my looks. “Are you kidding me? Do you know how much dating drama and heartache poor Jilli went through the last years?”

I told Heather the story about Michael. Jilli met him at a bar with a friend that she knew. Michael asked her out the next day, and they had a lovely dinner together. They laughed, shared private stories about their lives, and had a wonderful evening. They continued dating the next few weeks, and Jilli was happily floating on cloud Nine! One warm Sunday on the Main, Jilli bumped into two female acquaintances. One of them said, “Jilli, you’re a good girl, but since when do you date men with a wife and a baby at home?!” They were referring to Michael. Jilli was shocked. Apparently he had an entire secret life that he was leading behind her back. He blocked his family album from her on Facebook. The girls showed her the photos. She felt like she was shot with a poisonous silver bullet directly through her heart. It hurt so damn much. She couldn’t breathe. The pain coming from her heart and stomach were unbearable, as if her soul was being torn out of her body. She felt nauseous, disgusted by the betrayal. She wanted to sink deep inside the protecting warm Earth, where she would never be hurt again. She didn’t deserve this. She swore to herself, never again. No more men, no more dating, no more pain.

After hearing this, Heather sat with her mouth open, speechless. I said, “Don’t worry, everyone gets what they deserve in life. Good things come to good people. Let me tell you the rest of Jilli’s boat story.”

Jilli found herself looking over her right shoulder more than a few times, in order to catch the eye of the handsome giant again. As she noticed him approaching the bar, her heart started beating a bit quicker. Leo was tall, handsome and had thick dark hair, which he wore away from his face, revealing his blue-green eyes. He exchanged a few words with Jilli’s friend Isa, and went back to his group of friends. He did not look in her direction anymore. Of course this drove Jilli crazy. Later on, two women stopped beside Leo and flirted offensively with him. She did not like this at all. The desire to walk over to them and throw the two ladies overboard was extremely tempting. Instead, Jilli ordered three rounds of Jägermeister shots for herself and her girlfriends and hoped for the best. The women were still glued to Leo’s side, and with a deep breath, she gave up and didn’t look his way anymore.

The effects of the drinks were starting to melt the thoughts and worries away. An interesting man, dressed in blue jeans, white shirt and a large friendly smile came to say hello. As he talked and talked, Jilli felt that she was miles away. Her heart was not in the conversation. She gazed at the stunning view of the Frankfurt skyline. She loved this city. In a matter of an instant second, appearing out of thin air, Leo was standing in front of her and said, “You look bored!” He stole her away from the other man and ordered her a delicious exotic cocktail. Jilli was impressed by his brave action, and a bit surprised as well, because she thought that he was not interested in her.

His eyes twinkled in the light, as the golden sun was setting in the background. While they talked, he accidently brushed his fingers against her lower arm, sending a small shiver through her body. His hands were so large and masculine. When they shared a joke he came closer with his head to hers, his smell was hypnotizing her. His lips were full and sensuous, and again his smell, this manly spicy smell, was driving her wild. She couldn’t think. An intense warmth was pulsating between her legs. She wanted to push Leo against the bar and kiss his lips, gently bite the side of his strong neck, lick his scent, feel his hard body against hers. She imagined what it would feel like if he tore off her dress, lifted her on top of the bar and took her, right there and then. She would wrap her legs around his back and push him deeper inside of her. She wanted to run her fingers through his long hair, and scream his name. Jilli’s knees went weak. Suddenly, she was thrown back into reality, as the handsome giant asked her about how she envisioned her life, her future husband and children. Sweet lovely caring warm Leo, she thought. I like him… a lot. They had a deep touching conversation, and didn’t even notice that the boat had docked, the music had stopped, and most of the people had already left. Leo and Jilli were so mesmerized by each other, but it was time to say goodbye and leave the Kingka boat. Jilli offered Leo her number, but he did not want to take it. Instead he gave Jilli his, and said, “If you are serious about meeting me again, then I would like you to contact me. I am an honest guy and do not play games.” She wasn’t sure what to believe anymore, thinking back to what Michael had done to her. She took Leo’s number, written in a messy handwriting on a napkin, kissed his cheek, and left the boat.

Isabella was waiting for her downstairs at the edge of the main. She said, “Wow, you two were inseparable! What did you talk about?” Jilli’s thoughts were filled with Leo’s words, his deep sexy voice. And that smell! She could not get his smell off her mind! “Let’s take a seat on that bench.” Said Jilli, “I need to hear his voice again, I must call him now!” Isa looked at her and laughed, “But Jilli, you just got his number less than 20 minutes ago! Shouldn’t you wait a few days until you call him?!” At that moment, Jilli didn’t care about the rules and games, she needed to hear his voice again! She dialed his number. “Hello?” Came Leo’s voice from the other end of the line, she heard the smile in his voice. Her heart skipped a beat.

To be continued …

www.facebook.com/yesnomaybegalia

Love(in)g Mainhattan Part I
Love(in)g Mainhattan Part I 1354 437 Galia Brener

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, I dragged Heather Klein out to watch a football game. I decided to be extra daring, and wore my new ultra colorful maxi dress, which is cut in the shape of an elegant old-fashioned Baroque dress with a long train. It was a bit of a crazy outfit for an average Sunday at the Schweizerstr., but we only live once, right? Sitting in the lovely back outdoor area of Wagner, Heather glanced at me with a perplexed look on her face and asked, completely out of the blue, “Where is HE already?!” Knowing that this conversation would take a while, I needed to stock up on some emotional ammunition, and ordered 4 Mispelchen. For each of us, of course! Something had to warm our hearts on this particular Sunday, and get us into football mood.

“HE” is also known as Prince Charming. The brave knight-in-shining-armor. The one who will love you forever and ever, with all your flaws, cellulite, wrinkles and days when your stomach is horribly bloated and nothing fits well, including your favorite jeans. When we were little girls, we were told of fairytales with Prince Charming, listening attentively with wide-open eyes.

So girls, over 25 or more years later, do we still believe in him? Does “Prince Charming” really exist? And if he does exist, does he look like that guy that Disney was trying to sell us all of these years?

 Our friend Jilli was supposed to go with her parents to a picnic in Oberursel. She knew that as soon as she arrives, her mother would conspire with the neighbor ladies and force poor single Jilli to meet all of their “Handsome”, “Eligible”, “Wonderful” sons –yeah right! Um… no thank you! Hell no! Since when is being single so bad that it must be attacked and taken care of immediately? Or even better, let’s all go to the doctor and get antibiotics again Singlenessia?! Jilli’s mobile rang, it was Isabella Valentine. “We are going on a party boat on the main. Go get dressed. Now!” Isabelle said, knowing that it takes Jilli hours to get ready.

It was a very warm beautiful summer evening in Frankfurt. Jilli stood in front of her closet, asking the same damn annoying question… again. What to wear? Should I go with something casual? This way it doesn’t look like I’m trying too hard, thought Jilli. Or rather stylish and chic? Which might be too much, and appear as if I’m trying too hard to impress. Jilli was getting into her “How-do-I-appear-to-others” complex again. She ended up choosing a white 70’s style mini dress with a colorful flower collage on the front, and topped it all off with huge Jackie O sunglasses, a wide gold-colored leather bracelet cuff, and her new colorful strappy wood-wedged sandals. Looking like a girl out of a show that aired 40 years ago, Jilli left her city center flat, and met Isabella at the Eisenersteg.

The Kingka party boat was filled with happy people, waiving to their friends and swaying their bodies to the hypnotizing beats. Jilli and Isa were making their way to their friends, Natalia and Co., who were already waiting for a while on the boat. Of course the girls occupied the best place, right in front of the bar. Standing 3 meters to the right of them was a group of tall handsome men smiling about something secretive and exciting. The boat started moving, and the first Hugos were ordered.

The girls were having such a great time, that Jilli didn’t even notice one of the guys from the group approaching the bar. He was trying to order a drink, but couldn’t get close to the bar, due to the barricade the girls had created. Looking at Jilli with a mischievous smile, the 2-meter-tall, dark haired guy asked her politely if she could order him a beer. Thinking to herself, “Oh great, another handsome player that I do not need in my life right now”, she looked at him and said, “No, order your own beer”. The guy looked totally confused and asked again. Annoyed by his persistence, Jilli delegated his request to her friend. As the tall stranger was walking away with beer in hand, Jilli thought, “Hmmm…actually, he is quite handsome…” He caught her stare from the corner of his eye, and with a smile on his lips, he turned around and walked back to his friends.

To be continued…

www.facebook.com/yesnomaybegalia

My column is coming out! :-)
My column is coming out! :-) 1354 437 Galia Brener

The announcement of my column “Yes, No, Maybe” in Journal Frankfurt! I’m so excited to share my thoughts with you dear friends and readers! :-)

Journal_Frankfurt 09.11.2012_Yes, No, Maybe? promo_3 Journal_Frankfurt 09.11.2012_Yes, No, Maybe? promo_1

www.facebook.com/yesnomaybegalia

Start Typing
Privacy / Datenschutz Preferences 

When you visit our website, it may store information through your browser from specific services, usually in the form of cookies. Here you can change your Privacy preferences. It is worth noting that blocking some types of cookies may impact your experience on our website and the services we are able to offer.

Click to enable/disable Google Fonts.
Click to enable/disable Google Maps.
Click to enable/disable video embeds.
 
See our Privacy Policy / Datenschutz here: www.galiabrener.com/privacy-policy-datenschutz
Our website uses cookies, mainly from 3rd party services. Define your Privacy Preferences and/or agree to our use of cookies.