I just can't get enough...

How much is too much? BTW, I’m referring to men. How many should you/could you be seeing at the same time? There is no rule really. However many you can manage without over-booking, I would say. Well it seems I’ve got a few in cue.

I arranged for one to sleep over, let’s call him Drew. He would spend the night and cuddle into the wee hours until he would have to go home. A half hour before he was supposed to come over, another acquaintance messaged me. He was being subtle. ‘Hey how are you. I’m going for a beer but can drop by your place and you can tell me all about your trip’. What he really meant was ‘I’ve got half an hour, wanna fuck’? Although I wanted to, the timing was just horrible. I hadn’t seen him in over a month and could use a refresher with this one. But how could I cancel on Drew? I couldn’t. So I said ‘i’m kinda hungover and going to bed’. But he didn’t get the hint and kept persisting. The problem is we’ve both got crazy schedules and work a lot so it’s almost impossible to meet. Oh well. There will be a next time. And hopefully that time I will have a slot open.  

It got me thinking, there are traits I like in both these men. If only I could mesh them together to create the ideal man. Are we too picky? Will we ever find Mr. Right? I guess we should just stick to Mr. Right-NOW.

No boundaries...

I know this is supposed to be the year of slutting it up but even i have my limits. In fact I'm really terrible at being a slut. I think it must be my conscience. I'm very picky and that's not a slut trait. I think other people are better at this. It comes naturally to them. But I'm ok with that. I have my boundaries and I'm glad I do. Let met tell you about last night.

It was way into the wee hours of the morning around 4am, while I was waiting for the N4 bus. The streets were wet, calm and quiet after a rainy night. The air was fresh as can be. Which made waiting for the bus not much of a chore. But this calm moment lasted only for a very brief moment until a guy arrived at the bus stop. He seemed normal. I naturally figured he was just waiting for the bus just like me, naturally. That is until he asked me to give him a blow job. I was in shock for a brief moment. Was he serious? How crazy. His question was like a shot of oxygen that sobered me completely. I beg you pardon? If he asked me under 'normal' circumstances I may have considered but this was just highly inappropriate, considering the location, and totally out of the blue. Just another sign that this city is very sexually frustrated. One can conclude that there is no right place nor time for the slut at heart. But that's not how I roll. He did not stop even after I said 'no'. He proceeded to pull down his pants. Are you in state of shock right now? It gets better. He whipped out his dick and started tossing it around. What is he making? A salad? Definitely don't want that dressing on it. What's wrong with this guy. No common decency. I didn't budge. I still said 'no'. And luckily his performance came to a quick halt as the bus approached.

One of the most bizarre nights of my life to date. Who knows maybe the guy is at the cafe from which I'm writing this. I barely remember what he looks like. I don't know if thats a good or bad thing. 

^^melocoton^^

The year of the slut

The thing is even if I were to meet my future husband right now, I wouldn´t be able to handle it, I´d just be pissed off, like; where the fuck have you been???

So new years eve I spent with my dear melocotón, sharing a couple of bottles of wine and cava, summing up the past year. After midnight I headed off to work to serve drinks until the late morning. A lot of our regulars were there and it was just a lot of fun. We were all drinking and dancing...and making out.... Well, that last part would have been yours truly. Since melocotón and I decided 2011 should be the year of random sexual encounters, or at least a lot of kissing of the boys, and I do believe that the way you start off the year sets the karma for the rest of the year, so I ended up making out with one of our regulars. Cute boy with the strongest latino accent, I couldn´t understand a word he was saying to me... But that´s ok, no need to talk sweetheart. Anyway, later on, while zipping on a couple of mojitos I explained to my boss about the upcoming year of sluttiness. He liked the idea, being quite the slut himself, I mean he runs a bar in Barcelona, that´s the way to get laid right there. We ended up making out in the storage room. Now, I can see why some people would consider it harassment if you boss drags you into the storage room and sticks his hand inside your bra. However I don´t think it qualifies as harassment if you actually want him too so... It was fantastic, he´s a very good kisser. (We had a little thing earlier this summer as well so I already knew what I was in for) Ah, older men, I´m such a sucker for them, they´re experienced, confident, knows what they´re doing. Not too old though, my limit is around 15 years older, and they have to take care of themselves properly naturally. No flab por favor!

So that was pretty much my new years. Hope you had a good one as well. I wish you all out there a fantastic 2011 and I hope all your dreams come true this year!

Kisses, Corazón.

The Slut Factor

First off, a very Happy New Year from both of us! Hope you found someone magical to kiss at midnight. We unfortunately did not. I spent the countdown with my dear friend while we trashed our exes and all the horrible dates we had in 2010 while trying to be hopeful of the year to come. This is the year to unleash your inner Slut.  

Do you ever wonder how some people can just put it out there? First it starts with eye contact, then a passionate kiss followed by waking up next to a guy you don’t remember taking home. In fact you wonder if he was the one you started kissing to begin with. How is it that being a slut comes so easy to some people and yet so difficult for others. To retract...sometimes there is no eye contact. Some people just grab the first person they see...especially as the night goes on. I’m not endorsing being a slut but the fact of the matter is that on this journey of finding true love, a life partner or whatever else you want to call it, the more people you see the more favourable your chances. And if you’re single in a cosmopolitan town like Barcelona why shouldn’t you sleep around with everything that moves until you find the one?! Is that bad strategy. It brings me back to when my grade 5 teacher taught me the basics of probability. If you don’t play the game, you have no chance of winning. This city is so sex driven so what’s wrong with taking a piece of it. It’s just sex..and if it comes with cosmopolitans then even better!

In a city with 1.5million inhabitants, the odds are against you. Now boarding...the slut train! 

^^melocoton^^