Im not a robot
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Day 5 (August 12th)
I really must have ate more than I remember or I probably would have died as is, I lost about 8 lbs when I made it back to Barcelona so maybe I didn't eat... All I can say is that I don't recall eating much at all but was ready to chew my own arm off when I woke up.
A quick stroll to literally the closest bar/restaurant that was open (a little place at the end of the road just at the eastern most part of Jet apartments (not the one with a small pool, before that). I was the only customer and knowing Spanish service, ordered a piña colada at the bar, waited to get it in my hand while staring at the guy, ask for a menu, and go to a table in the shade with a good view of the beach. As my piña colada drains I get a bit more right, order a steak and a 2nd drink. The steak arrives and is most savory. As I'm enjoying an absolutely wonderful morning I look up from my now empty place and see none other than “Kay†walking up from the beach…
It's moments like the one that left me sitting there like a deer in the headlights this that make me question reality itself. The sheer odds of this meeting defies the odds. Maybe she doesn't see me? Nope. Ignore me? Nope. Awkward? Yup! FML. Well, it was less awkward than I thought and we actually did get along rather well. I get her number and we make plans for dinner. What can I say? I have a way with words.
I rest on the beach for a bit, go for a walk, and reflect on my life. It had been a strange few days for me and the earlier revelation I had on my first night in Privilege still had a profound effect on who I am as a person. I knew this trip would leave me changed but I could not have been more pleased with the transformation I was witnessing. With a bit of my luck working overtime, I was even in store for a nice dinner with a pretty woman and, if I could keep her sober, I might finally get a proper **** tonight.
So it happens that my god-damned phone stops working and I can find no way to get it working again. Looking back, I can think of other ways to fix this dilemma but at the time… well... days and days of drugs, no sleep, and enough liquor to drown a rhino will make it's dent on any brain. Come 6pm, with no phone I make an informed decision to get grey out drunk before going to Space with “M&Nâ€. I head down to the ATM and start looking for a bar. Literally as I turn the corner, I find myself almost nose to nose with “Kayâ€. Now if you are keeping track, this is the 2nd coincidental meeting in the same day.
I explain my phone situation and, somehow convince her that I did not try to ditch her again. With a shaky confidence, we return to her hotel where she gets changed for dinner. A quick cab ride into old town, a nice walk around and our mutual friendship pulls us through the awkwardness with good conversation proving the best foundation of any relationship more than a tickle in the dark is talking.
Dinner was delightful at a nice little place on a side street that just happened to have an open table. The modest quality sangria was too sweet but she blissfully only drank modestly. The meal was pretty good, maybe 3.5 star quality though I think they thought more of themselves… The conversation was lively and engaging… hell, it was a great date. With all awkwardness gone, we stroll up the winding streets to a place she knows and wants to show me. My confidence that she is not leading me to a ledge to push me off is rather high as she lovingly grabs my ass occasionally lets me tuck her into dark corners for a kiss or two. I did say it was a great date didn't I? As we make our way up, we eventually start hearing a very slow beat of a very large drum… at first I thought the drugs had damaged me and I was relapsing and hearing my heart beat (normally a steady 58 BPM) but then we came across a procession of Catholics carrying statues.
The precession wended it's way up the streets and we followed passing a very cute little restaurant or B&B that I would love to find again. Mean while we followed at a stately pace, watched the statues ‘fight' at the door of the church at in what I understand to be some kind of triumph over evil thing. After that, she shows me a view of the city that is positively breath taking. On the other side, she points out another spot where she said gay guys go to have sex… This led us to talking about her ex-husband and how he was gay… ^shrug^ guess she likes guys that look gay. Whatever works. FML.
We walk down, catch a cab and head to Space. I can't remember who was playing but we had a good time, danced, and were both having fun in the club when she tells me she thinks she just saw her ‘ex'-husband… now, keep in mind the absurdity of meeting this girl 3 times at random and her just having talked about her husband and the fact that I'm about as paranoid as one can get without being debilitated by it and you got me thinking I'm part of a set up and this guys is probably not an ex at all if this is not a set up. So we park ourselves in the back on the main room by the door and she explains some more about her situation. She seems rather sincere about the ex thing and the story is far too complex to be a cover. She had been a dancer in her youth and attracted a wealthy British guy who turned out to be gay leaving her wholly unsatisfied without child. A divorce however, set her up nicely and she had taken to what I would describe as a life of sex tourist and mistress. Cool.
With the mood in the club being odd by the freak luck appearance of her ex, we head to my place for a fine evening of romping which easily makes up for the disappointing night together previously and, feeling the need to overcompensate for the other underwhelming nights in that area and having come from a 6 month deployment in Afghanistan where getting laid is next to impossible, I acquit myself admirably. I rested better that evening than I believe I had in years.
I really must have ate more than I remember or I probably would have died as is, I lost about 8 lbs when I made it back to Barcelona so maybe I didn't eat... All I can say is that I don't recall eating much at all but was ready to chew my own arm off when I woke up.
A quick stroll to literally the closest bar/restaurant that was open (a little place at the end of the road just at the eastern most part of Jet apartments (not the one with a small pool, before that). I was the only customer and knowing Spanish service, ordered a piña colada at the bar, waited to get it in my hand while staring at the guy, ask for a menu, and go to a table in the shade with a good view of the beach. As my piña colada drains I get a bit more right, order a steak and a 2nd drink. The steak arrives and is most savory. As I'm enjoying an absolutely wonderful morning I look up from my now empty place and see none other than “Kay†walking up from the beach…
It's moments like the one that left me sitting there like a deer in the headlights this that make me question reality itself. The sheer odds of this meeting defies the odds. Maybe she doesn't see me? Nope. Ignore me? Nope. Awkward? Yup! FML. Well, it was less awkward than I thought and we actually did get along rather well. I get her number and we make plans for dinner. What can I say? I have a way with words.
I rest on the beach for a bit, go for a walk, and reflect on my life. It had been a strange few days for me and the earlier revelation I had on my first night in Privilege still had a profound effect on who I am as a person. I knew this trip would leave me changed but I could not have been more pleased with the transformation I was witnessing. With a bit of my luck working overtime, I was even in store for a nice dinner with a pretty woman and, if I could keep her sober, I might finally get a proper **** tonight.
So it happens that my god-damned phone stops working and I can find no way to get it working again. Looking back, I can think of other ways to fix this dilemma but at the time… well... days and days of drugs, no sleep, and enough liquor to drown a rhino will make it's dent on any brain. Come 6pm, with no phone I make an informed decision to get grey out drunk before going to Space with “M&Nâ€. I head down to the ATM and start looking for a bar. Literally as I turn the corner, I find myself almost nose to nose with “Kayâ€. Now if you are keeping track, this is the 2nd coincidental meeting in the same day.
I explain my phone situation and, somehow convince her that I did not try to ditch her again. With a shaky confidence, we return to her hotel where she gets changed for dinner. A quick cab ride into old town, a nice walk around and our mutual friendship pulls us through the awkwardness with good conversation proving the best foundation of any relationship more than a tickle in the dark is talking.
Dinner was delightful at a nice little place on a side street that just happened to have an open table. The modest quality sangria was too sweet but she blissfully only drank modestly. The meal was pretty good, maybe 3.5 star quality though I think they thought more of themselves… The conversation was lively and engaging… hell, it was a great date. With all awkwardness gone, we stroll up the winding streets to a place she knows and wants to show me. My confidence that she is not leading me to a ledge to push me off is rather high as she lovingly grabs my ass occasionally lets me tuck her into dark corners for a kiss or two. I did say it was a great date didn't I? As we make our way up, we eventually start hearing a very slow beat of a very large drum… at first I thought the drugs had damaged me and I was relapsing and hearing my heart beat (normally a steady 58 BPM) but then we came across a procession of Catholics carrying statues.
The precession wended it's way up the streets and we followed passing a very cute little restaurant or B&B that I would love to find again. Mean while we followed at a stately pace, watched the statues ‘fight' at the door of the church at in what I understand to be some kind of triumph over evil thing. After that, she shows me a view of the city that is positively breath taking. On the other side, she points out another spot where she said gay guys go to have sex… This led us to talking about her ex-husband and how he was gay… ^shrug^ guess she likes guys that look gay. Whatever works. FML.
We walk down, catch a cab and head to Space. I can't remember who was playing but we had a good time, danced, and were both having fun in the club when she tells me she thinks she just saw her ‘ex'-husband… now, keep in mind the absurdity of meeting this girl 3 times at random and her just having talked about her husband and the fact that I'm about as paranoid as one can get without being debilitated by it and you got me thinking I'm part of a set up and this guys is probably not an ex at all if this is not a set up. So we park ourselves in the back on the main room by the door and she explains some more about her situation. She seems rather sincere about the ex thing and the story is far too complex to be a cover. She had been a dancer in her youth and attracted a wealthy British guy who turned out to be gay leaving her wholly unsatisfied without child. A divorce however, set her up nicely and she had taken to what I would describe as a life of sex tourist and mistress. Cool.
With the mood in the club being odd by the freak luck appearance of her ex, we head to my place for a fine evening of romping which easily makes up for the disappointing night together previously and, feeling the need to overcompensate for the other underwhelming nights in that area and having come from a 6 month deployment in Afghanistan where getting laid is next to impossible, I acquit myself admirably. I rested better that evening than I believe I had in years.
.. I took a mad Russian stripper from Temptation to breakfast round the corner from the club in San An a couple of years ago. She was starving, ate a double hamburger and drink and I drove her home. She was a really nice girl and I enjoyed her company.
