Dating madness in Sofia – Part 1

 Well, it’s been a hot minute since I last posted. I can’t believe it’s been over a year and how much has happened in that time. Men have come and gone; I’ve caught a lot of flights (18 to be exact!)  and the dating world is as fun as ever! 

I probably have a lot of content that I can write about, but I think I’ll start with what triggered me to return to the blog...Bulgaria. 

September 2024 and I embark on my 3rd solo trip; after a great trip to Bucharest, Sofia was my next destination. A bit apprehensive that it wouldn’t meet the highs of my last trip and the weather not being that great, I was a bit anxious to say the least. Soo to my surprise, I met a couple of young guys from London at the airport and meeting them for dinner on my first evening, I thought this is an unexpected trip already. Little did I know how unexpected it would be.  

One thing I find comfort in when I’m on my own is the seemingly easy time waste on dating apps. So off I went to the swipy game (as my niece calls it), setting my distance to 2 miles, to keep it close. As previous experience has shown me, I’m very popular on apps abroad. Having seen this in Romania, I expected the same outcome; lots of matches, few replies and those who do just want one thing, so all a bit of a time waste but no physical encounters. Well, how different this time could be.  

It started with the usual; lots of matches and me running out of likes, a few replies, some expired but then this is where things changed. Being asked how long am in Sofia for and then being asked out. The first date was on my second day in town, casually chatting whilst people watching having a drink in the city centre in the afternoon and being asked if I’m free for a coffee. Five minutes later date number one appearing and taking me to a roof top bar with great views to enjoy a chat and a coffee. A pleasant hour spent and a strange coincidence that I should have been at that exact location the night before but cancelling my booking to go for dinner with my new airport friends instead. I am a firm believer of everything happens for a reason and this was definitely one of those moment.  

Fast forward to the evening. This is when I met Mr Spanish. We had been messaging since the day before and I felt I knew him a bit better than my random but pleasant encounter earlier that day. 

We met at 8pm, he kindly offered to meet me near where I was staying and we walked down the pedestrianised street with our umbrellas in the rain. I should probably note at this point I am not usually attracted to Mediterranean men and have never been out with a Spanish guy before (Italian yes, but that’s a whole different story!). He walked me to a very cool looking bar not far away. We sat outside and ordered drinks and this is where the fun began. 

My view of Mediterranean men was personified in my date. The passionate, intense, over familiar, touchy feelyness of a man who I barely know, stroking my face and my hair. For anyone who knows me I’m not usually one for affection, so to say this was a bit much, would be an understatement. We continued there for a while, whilst we talked about our Netflix film where we decided upon the name of “Allegria in Sofia”. The evening was pleasant, if not a bit over the top, bar me having a little freak out mid way through, but the walk around the city later seemed to calm me down and he clearly got the hint. We finished the evening with him walking me back to where the night began. The first of a few who was surprised they were not being invited up. Not withstanding I was on the 4th floor with no lift, I couldn’t imagine the sexy image of me half out of breath by the time we got to the apartment door. Soo, after a bit of a surreal kiss in the middle of the street, we parted ways. 

Half way through my trip and my dates, to be continued... 

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