A-'men' to that.

Whaaaaat a long time ago! I am very sorry for not posting any blog entries the past month, but I have been busy like a crazy person.

As I mentioned in my last entry, I currently reside in the beautiful city of Madrid. The past two months have been off the hook, seriously, I am reconsidering my future over this.
What else happened is that my boyfriend and I recently -well, about a month ago- broke up. It seems so crazy that it's already been more than a month, but time just really doesn't stand still in the vibrant capital of Spain. But, on the other hand.. I guess this gives me the opportunity to have more input in this blog. Because you can say whatever you want.. Listening to the stories of a person in a relationship aren't néarly as interesting as the ones he can tell you when he is single.

The story continues as follows.. I am in Madrid, you can also hear people call it 'Gay Paradise', because everywhere you look and everywhere you go you find gay people.. It is even getting to a point of being ridiculous. On my university I can easily swing my net around and trap 10 gays within a 20 feet radius.. -Yes, it is THAT crazy-.
Of course for a person that recently updated his facebook status to 'single' this is absolute valhalla.. so I am absolutely not complaining, even if I wasn't interested, it is much more interesting to be surrounded by people that actually check out your ass, than to be around people that feel insulted when you check out theirs.

Now, to get to the point of this post.. - I wouldn't want to bore the hell out of you - . Yesterday night I went out with my Belgian friends.. And a lifelong (or at least since I have been gay) dream finally came through!
I actually kissed a straight boy.. and no it wasn't as part of a bet..
He came partying with us another night before yesterday and he gave me the strangest vibes ever. I could definitely notice he wasn't gay.. but it wasn't perfectly clear if he was straight either. He just dealt too.. loosely with the gays ( well.. me actually).. I could so easily just hit on him.. of course without crossing the line between gay and straight guys.. but I actually felt attracted to him, because I knéw he was straight, but I could still enjoy attention from him, in a weird, twisted kind of way.
So yesterday it was the same story as that other night and I had been talking to him about - of course - 'the gay experimenting for straights' and he was being all coy about it and saying he wouldn't be scared of kissing guys, but it just wouldn't "do" anything for him.. blahblahblah.. guess you all know the drill.. But well, I guess he was wrong.. it only took him a small business transaction to go for it.

Let me explain:
At this club you received a plastic cup at the entrance.. that cup was only valuable during happy hour, to obtain free drinks. Afterwards the cup is of no use whatsoever. It was an hour after happy hour, so evidently the cup was no longer of any value and I stole it from him. Then he came up to me and was like : "Hey, give me back my cup".. I have to remind you at all times that the cup was no longer needed.. "Well, what do I get in return?".. "I don't know, what do you have in mind?" .. well, I have to disappoint you now, because I don't réally remember what exactly made it happen, but after that, he allowed me to kiss him.. I myself didn't even expect that something that easy was going to push him over the edge, but I guess it did.

So long story short, maybe it wasn't super exciting, but hey.. I was drunk, I got my way.. I am happy!


Until my next story..


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