So, two weeks ago, I was in hot, sunny Greece, having the time of my life. Rainy, humid Canada was not missed at all! Neither was all the drama that comes with being home... We visited a few islands, went to the beach, rented quads and partied abusively. My liver was completely trashed by the end of the trip! Even if I kept telling myself I would never drink again, how can you refuse a free drink, or not play drinking games with hot Aussies... I'm pathetic, I know!
During this trip, I've had my fair share of new experiences! Kissing fish foot massage, driving a quad, climbing on the roof of a chapel to have a better view of the sunset, riding a donkey, carrying a not-so-lightweight backpack, and probably the biggest first time experience I've ever had, a one night stand...
It didn't go at all as I would've expected it too. The guy was actually freaking romantic, it was kinda weird. I tend to make things weird, so maybe it was just me... Anyway, I just want to write about it somewhere, and since I kinda write a few personal stuff on here, why not?
So, I don't really know why he chose me. I mean, his abs could be in a Calvin Klein ad, and I'm not fit. I haven't been to the gym in months and stopped running more than a month ago because of my nose surgery. Plus, he's a bartender at this hostel I was staying at, and it's not like I was the only girl there. And the first thing I said to him was : "ooh, you're Australian?" 👌🏻 so, after his shift was over (midnight), we all went to this club, and since it was my first night on this island, I didn't know anybody but my travel companion, who was flirting with this Israeli dude. So I was dancing on my own, and he saw me and gave me shots, and drinks, and multiple water bottles before we left for the club, I was already tipsy, so at this point, I was really drunk, so I went outside to take a bit of fresh air and sit down a bit. He proceeded to follow me, to give me a neck massage, and to propose to go for a walk. Dear Aussie, you have just won my drunken heart by proposing that. He brought me to a church, which had a very nice view of the Chora. It was so nice, seeing the lights, and the sky, and the sea. On the way down, we passed his apartment, where he asked me if I wanted to take a look inside to which I accepted. Once inside, I tried taking off my scrappy sandals... Drunk me is a bit useless in every possible way and couldn't take them off, so he took them off. We then kissed as he lifted me in his arms, to bring me to his bed (cause there was about 10 beds in the apartment). When we were done, he gave me a back massage. A fucking back massage! And that was probably after the worst sex of his life. Gave me water, brought me back to my room because I was worried my friend didn't have a key, which, turns out, she did. Once in my room, he made me drink more water and stayed with me a while.
I don't think this was a typical one night stand, but then again, it might just be me. As per usual, I ended up making things awkward the morning after, and left the island without a goodbye... Sad.
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