Both only worked 50 percent. That was great.
As a single woman, you are often poor. It’s annoying and sexist. “But you’re actually pretty,” I’ve already been told. As if I were single against my will. It’s a great phase. And I just rarely fall in love.
You don’t make any compromises. “I want the Megaflash” is the first sentence in the book. What do you mean?
I want that big feeling that knocks me out. I want to be gaga and go crazy. I don’t want to go into a relationship with the handbrake on. The miniflash is not enough for me.
I am not a wedding fan. On the other hand, I think the idea of me in a white dress is great. It should be a «Yvonne-wears-a-white-dress-party». But the idea that someone needs a signature from me is strange to me.
The book by Yvonne Eisenring is entertaining to read over long stretches, but becomes a bit repetitive in the middle, as one date follows the next. One chapter that takes place in Zurich is particularly funny. In her favorite bar, the Olé Olé Bar on Zurich’s Langstrasse, she dates Irish Ryan, whom she previously met while speed dating in Dublin. Then he visits her. Which goes badly in the pants. Because Ryan is constantly chatting about his digestive problems and asking her friends about weed. She is embarrassed. But the worst: «His manner makes me a worried mother. And I hate it when a man awakens this feeling in me. “
We also meet Yvonne Eisenring in the Olé Olé Bar, where she jokes with the bartender and bites into a hard-boiled egg. “Of course I anonymized all the names in the book,” says the author. Tim, with whom she went through the Munich trendy bars, is actually called differently. She was enthusiastic about him. She is silent about whether it has become more. In Zurich she also meets the classically beautiful Sandro (“He could easily model for men’s shirts. Nice, but rather boring”). Her gay friends are convinced that Sandro is gay. But Yvonne proves them wrong. He asks her if she’s had a threesome before. “He asks as if he were asking if I’ve never been to the ocean,” she notes.
Yvonne Eisenring initially set off on the journey without any professional intentions. Met with friends of friends they wanted to match up with and tried out the dating platform Tinder, which has over 50 million people signed up on. “On every date you hope for a prince, and then only one person comes.” But Tinder is a great way to get to know a new city. For example, the singles paradise New York, where Yvonne meets hipsters, bankers and architects. She almost fell in love with John – but then he drops her like a hot potato. Then she lets herself be ensnared in Rome, dances through the salsa clubs in Cuba and kisses a doctor in Hamburg. During this time, Orell Füssli Verlag asks her if she would like to write a book. “I almost cried for joy.”
The lively TV and magazine reporter with the curly red mane is almost a brand in her hometown of Zurich. “I like to be the center of attention,” she says over a glass of Prosecco. She does not want to join in the general men-are-so-terrible lament of many women. “There are so many great men!” Men who wrote songs for them and traveled a long way to see them.
With her book, Yvonne Eisenring meets the zeitgeist of her generation. A generation of privileged people who realize themselves and jet around the world. And who are reluctant to commit and are very demanding. Because there could be a better option around every corner.