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The Tinder Etiquette to the Perfect Match

 

We find love in hopeless places. We’re the digital age, where you can even shop a meal on an app, so, why not a boy- or girlfriend? Unfortunately, many people don’t know the etiquette of these apps.

Guys who try to hit it off on the world wide web should know a couple of things before they wonder why they can’t get any girls. Probably some girls too, but I don’t have that experience. There are do’s and there are don’ts. And if you follow my tips, you’ll hit it off way sooner.

1. Don’t post bro pictures. Just don’t. Girls will wonder who you are. The one on the left?  The cutie in the back? Or the unshaved fatty on the right? She might be disappointed if she swipes right on you and discovers that, indeed you are the unshaved fatty she was afraid of. #swipeleft

2. Don’t post kids pictures. Unless you’re 40 and it’s obvious you’re at the age of having kids. Even if your kids are cute, just don’t. No single 25-year-old is excited to date a daddy. #swipeleft

3. Have a profile picture, or two! I don’t get guys who think it’s possible to hit it off without a picture. Who do you think is going to like a ghost profile? Nothing cute about this *ish. It’s creepy! #swipeleft

4. Are you really single? Guys who are on Tinder with a profile picture with their girlfriend, What the FFF is wrong with you? Are you looking for a threesome? #swipeleft

5. Boyfriend picture: Yes, I did bump into the profile of a guy whose profile picture was a very intimate picture of himself with his boyfriend. Not only did that person post a boyfriend pic, he made sure we’re aware of his sexual orientation. #doubleswipeleft

6. INSTAstalking: The reason why a girl doesn’t swipe right, it’s because she isn’t into you right of the bet. Why on earth would you think, instastalking her is gonna make her change her mind? People add Instagram and Spotify just so you could get to know her better ONCE you’ve matched! Not to stalk her when you haven’t matched!

Now you’ve got my cast iron tips and trips, I hope you’ll hit it off with the girls (or boys?). Cheers to you! And don’t forget to remain polite and don’t say weird stuff, but that’s for another time!

 

L’Chaim, to life!

Love, Sarah K.

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Citytrip: Dublin

Ik ben in Dublin geweest en ik heb er gevlogd! en NEEN ik ben niet in en Irish Pub geweest want ik reisde met een 12 jarige! Alles wat ik deed was dus kidsproof. ENJOY!

Love | Sarah

 

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Packing Light: Suitcase Edition

Onlangs ging ik voor een paar dagen naar Dublin in Ierland. Ik besloot een video te maken van hoe ik mijn valise inpak. Ik nam niet veel mee, maar kwam met veel terug! Ik inspireer me altijd van de KonMari methode, waar ik al enkele video’s van heb gemaakt. Enjoy the video!

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Vlog 4: Hanukkah & Radiohuis Leuven

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Hi, guys! Welcome to my video! This week is Hanukkah and I wanted to show you around a bit in the Jewish neighborhood in Antwerp on the first day of Hanukkah! Next thing I did is visit the ‘Radiohuis’ in Leuven. A museum and radio station about the 100th anniversary of the radio. Hope you enjoy the video! Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel!

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah Kafif

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Singlehood: About Halloween Night!

Column Singlehood - Banner3 years ago, on October 31st I became single, after a 9-month toxic relationship. You know about that if you read my previous columns. Zozo and I decided to go out and dress up a bit on Halloween. She went as a Playboy Bunny and I went as Minnie Mouse. We found a party to go to in a latin bar and decided to have fun.

I didn’t know if being single that day was a curse or a blessing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be single as I’m not confronted to a stupid man I’m killing my time with. But, on the other hand, I obviously miss dating a guy.

For some reason, that night we met a bunch of guys, and we were okay with that, as we like to observe people. HAHA! First off, we started the night at a bar we didn’t know. As we were dressed up, we got free shots. That was pretty cool and the bartender did look cute (even though it is hard to tell as he had the joker makeup all over his face, so maybe he could have been an ugly beast, once make up removed!). The party there wasn’t our jam, the people were much older, and we kind off got stalked by some drunken dude. We decided to move to that Halloween party in Cuba Bella, our local latin club across the street.

We were dancing in the middle of the dancefloor, all by ourselves, without being interrupted by anyone, until Zozo got to talk to a guy who wanted to dance with her. She had met hem previously and promised to dance with him “next time”, and I guess “next time” was this time. His friend asked me to dance, and I couldn’t say no because Zozo was dancing and it would be awkward if I said no. Even though the guy wasn’t my thing, and he was walking around in a tank top; yes, a freaking TANK TOP! Oh my lord, please! Once we started to dance, I really felt bad, I didn’t feel comfortable with him. It really annoyed me. Because, let’s face it, Mr. Tank Top wasn’t the ideal dance partner. This song couldn’t come to an end, and I was fully ignoring the guy I was dancing with. Awkward level 1555! Finally! We were done! ‘Come Zozo, let’s see what the other side of the bar has to offer.’ And off we went!

We sat in front of the bar were Italian tourists were standing too. For some reason, there was a tiny, chubby, blond Italian guy who thought I was pretty with my Minnie Mouse ears. So unfortunate I don’t fall for tiny, chubby and blond Italian men. So, I crossed him off my list. His friend had a thing for Zozo and asked us if we wanted to drink something, but we didn’t want to. To joke I told him the guy I was chitchatting with wanted to drink, and the Italian guy started to laugh and disappeared. 5 minutes later he came back with beer so, I said to the guy: “You should thank me for the drink, ’cause it’s because of me you got it!” We started to laugh, Zozo joined, his friends joined and we started to have a ‘group’ conversation.

I was totally not paying attention to his friend and I was totally not that friendly with him but for some reason, that guy told Zozo we had a connection! Exceezemewhat? A CONNECTION? WHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA! The best laugh I ever had. Let’s call him Mr. Rico, because that is the name he gave Zozo. Apparently Mr. Rico had a thing for me. I did not. He told me he was half Algerian, half Portuguese, after I told him I had Algerian roots. What a coincident, don’t you think? He did not speak Portuguese and he had a very Moroccan last name. Another coincident is that when I told him I live in Boho, he apparently lives in the most famous streets of Boho.

That’s why I don’t trust men that much anymore. Too many coincidences at once. He asked for my Facebook, I did not give him. He asked me how he could find me, I told him he would if it was meant to be. At this point, one month later, he still ain’t find me on that damned platform. It’s better like that. But Zozo, gave her number to his friend, which ended being a total disaster…

Each month I am going to tell you a piece of my singlehood story and my last relationship, that will lead us to where I am today. If you are interested in knowing more, stay tuned on my blog, because I will be posting an article each month to tell you more about it. I will not divulge any real names in it, if one day I use a name, I will make sure to change the name to another one, except if that person is okay with being named. 

Until Next Time, 

Love | Sarah K.

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Vlog 3: My 24th Birthday w/ Zoë Fellows & Ines Leroy

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Hi, guys! Welcome to another vlog! I celebrated my birthday with my besties Zoë and Ines. We had dinner at Verona and cocktails at Absinthbar/Appelmans, Bar 11 and danced it all off in Cuba Bella. I got a book by Stephanie Duval (How Blogs Work) as a birthday present! Hope you enjoy this video! Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel!

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

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KonMari Method V – Decluttering Coats Fall/Winter Edition

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Hi, guys! Welcome to my video! It’s been a while since I have uploaded a Konmari video. The reason is that I almost don’t have any places to declutter anyone! LOL In this video I’m decluttering/cleaning my coats wardrobe (Ikea, Brimnes). I did not use a voice over because I’m a bit sick and would like to spare my voice. 😉 Hope you enjoy this video! Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel!

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

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Singlehood IIII: Freakshow of Stalkers!

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2014 went by and somehow wanted to make friends in my class, and so I did. I became friends with Zoë and Ines. By that time in 2015, I was still very much single. I wanted to retire from the department of Singlehood, but things started to change a bit in that department.

March 2015, last week of school before Spring break. My girls and I decide to have cocktails at a student bar in the basement of our faculty. Having fun with a couple of girls was refreshing. I haven’t done that in a long time and made me nostalgic of the good old days, when I would have drinks with one of my girlfriends in a famous cocktail bar called Absithbar/Appelmans, and we would judge the guys in the bar, being flirty with these guys, etc. It made me think that I desperately needed to get rid of my stubborn and faithful job of mine, at the department of Singlehood. 

Not too long before that, on a Saturday afternoon, while working out at the gym with my sister, a guy comes up to me. He isn’t good looking, has no hair, around 30 years old, small and has a heavy accent when speaking Dutch, asks me if the bottle of water on the other elliptical is mine. Like, I would take a whole elliptical next to me, just to put my water bottle on it, because I do not have any space on my elliptical to put my bottle, who by the way, WAS ON my machine and it was very visible. Logical thinking wasn’t his biggest strength. I told him that it wasn’t mine, as I moved that same bottle from the elliptical my sister wanted to use, on the one next to me. Anyway, the guy puts the bottle on the floor next to the elliptical and starts to work out. After 5 minutes, he stops, goes on a treadmill, doesn’t stop looking at me, like a big creep, stops his workout on the treadmill to come back to the elliptical next to me, to ask me: ‘Is this bottle of water laying on the floor yours?’ ARE YOU FREAKISHLY KIDDIN’ ME????? ARE YOU FO’ REALZ? I hold myself from screaming and told him politely: ‘Once more, it isn’t mine!’ I knew at that very moment, I had my very first stalker of the year 2015, in front of me. This situation nerve wrecked my sister. She cannot handle annoying guys, certainly not the ones from the gym. We continued our workout, went straight ahead on strength exercises and somehow the guy was always somewhere near us, watching us. He’d even find an excuse to talk to me, as I dropped my phone and he told me I should buy a case to protect my phone. Like, I know shit about phones and cases, sure! I answered with a very short answer, but he’d still continue talking to me. My sister was on the verge of exploding, and I was too. He suddenly asks me: ‘Can we talk?’ I told him I’d rather not as he can see I was working out with my sister. He answered with: ‘I could try, you know.’ I really, really, wanted to get rid of this dude and my prayers were answered as I saw him talking to another girl, not so long after he was talking to me. STALKER, BAD STALKER, DESPERATE STALKER, BOOHOO! 

The next few days, he kept on looking at me, trying to get with other girls but didn’t talk to me, THANK GOD! Somewhat around the same time, once more at the gym, I was working out on the treadmill and suddenly a guy comes in, looks at me, I looked at him and the way he looked at me, seemed like he had found the love of his life! HAHA! He looks much older than me, he wasn’t my style AT ALL, but somehow, I liked the fact that he had given me a couple of seconds of attention. He looked very shy as he looked away, a couple of seconds after I had looked back. That happened every single day we came across each other at the gym. 

I called him « Mister Stalker » even though he didn’t stalk me at all, but I didn’t know his name, and as the way he looked at me came across as « stalkerish », I called him like that. I would tell the girls in my class each week about what happened with Mister Stalker and they would laugh, as it was pretty funny to have an update on such a situation. A couple of weeks after I ‘met’ him for the first time, nothing had happened yet. I was running on the treadmill when I saw him walking by the gym. He came in, I was on the cool down mode and no other treadmill was free at that point. He saw me slowing down and came up to me and asked: « Finished? » I nod that I was finished and gave him the treadmill. At that point, I did not realize he didn’t speak Dutch and that his English was pretty basic. I was curious to know where he came from… 

Each week I am going to tell you a piece of my singlehood story and last relationship, that will lead us to where I am today. If you are interested in knowing more, stay tuned on my blog, because I will be posting an article each week to tell you more about it. I will not divulge any real names in it, if one day I use a name, I will make sure to change the name to another one, except if that person is okay with being named. Obviously, I am not sharing any specific details about my ex or any involved men. We’ll call him Mister Small Penis.

Until Next Time, 

Love | Sarah K.

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Vlog 1: Salsa Bocadero, Antwerp

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Hi, guys! Welcome to my very first vlog!! Hope you enjoy this video! To recap: I went to Beauty & Glamour by Inga, which is my favorite beauty salon, and next I went to the last edition of Salsa Bocadero in Antwerp. Please give it a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel to support my channel!

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

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