Let me start off by saying that my mission isn’t to score as much as possible, nor is it to not get laid, nor is it to find that perfect someone. My mission is to have fun and if any of the above happens in the process, then that is just how it is.
Now for the fun part. I got laid! Finally! I have this wicked bad cold, probably from trying to adjust to the climate and I’m sure all the drinking I’ve done since I got here hasn’t helped me much. Last night was a non-drinking night because of that. And maybe a little bit because of the half bottle of rum I consumed while playing Kings/Ring of Fire the night before. But more so because of the wicked bad head cold I was suffering from.
I’ve been hanging out with a lot of different people from the hostel, hitting up the beach, going out to the bars, making meals and just general hanging out. I took a liking to one of the guys, not in any particular way, we just got on well. So he, myself and several others had been lounging ocean side most of yesterday, grabbed dinner and went back to the hostel to hang out before the usual Friday night rager that occurs in most beach towns. We bar hopped and ended up at the final one (where we always end up last). He and I were sitting at a table talking, blah, blah blah. Something about age came up and I asked him how old he was. He told me 34 and that he was old. I laughed and told him he wasn’t and I had dated someone (George) who was about twelve years older than I. He than asked how old I was. He quickly did the math and made some comment. So I replied with my standard age is just number.
Anyways, the night progressed, we went up to his room, watched some TV. He started rubbing my back, then we started making out and well, I think you can figure it out from there. Go me!
He’s helping out my country count (of all the guys I’ve ever slept with):
Canada
United States
South Africa
Switzerland
Me thinks me needs some more diversity.
