Welcome to our series of articles on the singles scene in Tel Aviv. Life, love, and lust, all wrapped up in a Middle Eastern glow and penned by the wonderful Pixi…if you’re easily offended, look away now!
In Tel Aviv and single? Game on…
The bar is packed, the teams in position. Previous title holders stand proudly, arm in arm with their trophy partners and the ‘objective’ referees continue pouring drinks to promote the spirit of competition.
In the yellow corner stand the single men, an overwhelmingly disproportionate number of horny dirt bags, disguised as well groomed, intelligent and sensitive guys. In the red corner, a smaller number of women, desperate for love and unstoppable in their thirst for the ‘real thing’ warm up for the first round. The tempo of the music increases, the bass line gets heavy and bam – it’s game on.
Taking a bite from Shakespeare’s apple, Tel Aviv’s a stage and all the men and women merely players. You can arrive at the game as an impartial observer, but you will inevitably be drawn into it and no matter what your perspective was originally, it will surely change.
When you descend the steps into the entrance of Radio EPGB and other flirtation arenas you walk through an invisible curtain of rules. These rules fascinate me. Nobody in this town knows exactly what they are and yet everyone abides by them.
My name is Pixi. I am but an innocent new-comer to the game and its rules. Having immigrated from Australia, a different country with an entirely different set of rules, I am rapidly adapting to my new environment. I am ready to throw myself into the lion’s den to find out exactly what drives the youth of Tel Aviv in their quest for love, sex and everything in between.
I plan to delve into the deepest darkest corners of the Tel Aviv singles scene to gather every scrap of information I can regarding this tangled web of constant erections, Facebook friend requests and broken hearts. In my quest to make sense of the invisible instruction manual of Tel Aviv dating, I will draw upon the experiences of others (and sometimes my own) in an attempt to reach some kind of anthropological conclusion.
My observations aim to be thought provoking with absolutely no intention to offend. So for those of you out there with a low tolerance for juicy tales, read with caution…….
Next up: The Fuck Buddy