des affaires d'amour travers le monde

I spent Halloween in Dublin because let's be real, Halloween is only fun if you're drunk because we're too old to go trick or treating. Who better to party with than the Irish? We signed up for a pub-crawl, I bought a pair of cat ears and was ready to go.

So there were people from various countries including Canada, Brazil, Australia, Holland, and probably more but I'm struggling to come up with the rest. The night started with two fellas dressed up as Mario and Luigi who were teachers in Oman. They were complete idiots who also knew Arabic. I can't really decide if I disliked them or not because what they were doing is pretty amazing but they still acted like total douche bags. One of my friends hooked up with Mario, go her. We took a seat with them and got our first beer. Met a nice Australian guy and had a so-so convo with him. Didn't plan on seeing him the rest of the night but oh how I was wrong. At the next bar I got a strawberry beer and the Brazilian dressed up like a pope sang "warm kitty, soft kitty, little ball of fur" from the Big Bang theory to me. Well, then the Australian showed up again and we started sulking politics because of the upcoming U.S. elections and all. Politics and a pub-crawl do not mix, sir, stop talking to me. It was at the next bar that I chugged a few mixed drinks too many that I reached my drunk point. Luckily, the club followed and I got to dance my drunkenness away...with the Australian thrusting his devil’s pitchfork in the air. An Irish guy came up to me and offered to buy me a drink, I said yes, duh but quickly realized he was ugly so then I ended up in an awkward dance triangle with the Irish guy and Australian. As soon as the Irish guy left, the Australian claimed his territory by sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't really say that I didn't lead him on a little bit so I just went with it. It was so horrible though...he obviously didn't kiss enough girls in college. To my advantage, he left soon after because his friend wanted to go. Within minutes I was dancing with an Irish guy with his face painted like a skeleton. I couldn't tell how ugly he was, so why not? Once we got closer, I realized how boney he was under his three-piece suit and began to wonder just how old he was. I didn't have the chance to ask questions though because we started making out as well. Two guys in fifteen minutes? I'm good. Anyway, I left soon after and it wasn't until we were outside that one of my friends pointed out the white and black paint all over my face. Wow, thanks Mr. Skeleton. Everyone obviously knew whom I hooked up with.

The next day I woke up a little ashamed but at least it was just making out. However, later that day, guess whom I saw! Australian was standing in the pub that my friends and I had walked into. I couldn't avoid him so I walked up to him, had my awkward conversation and was over it. I mean, I didn't want him last night, seeing him again was just agony.

Before I went to Oktoberfest, one of my sorority sisters told me about the plethora of men to drunkenly make out with. She has stayed at a campground, so I of course followed and was not disappointed. I boarded the train that Friday with shaven legs and hopes for foreign hands to touch them.

I got to the campground around 10 p.m. but since everyone had been drinking all day, these folks were past pre-gaming. I didn’t buy my own drink because everyone was happily passing around beer and then at midnight, shots for a Euro!!! Once again, we were allllll ova that. This whole time, we had made friends with a group of Brazilians that we met on our train from Paris to Munich. When we found them again at the campsite, they found more Brazilians! Brazilians like to dance and so do I, we got up on tables and danced to Avicii and Ke$ha like rockstars. When I went to the bathroom with my friend, she told me that she thought the one Brazilian was into me. I was immediately interested as well. He was about a foot taller than me, beautiful white teeth, toned arms and THE HOTTEST ACCENT IN EXISTENCE.  So, on my way out I told him I was leaving and he offered to walk me back to my tent. Turns out, his tent was just two away from mine. We started making out and decided to get inside his tent. Now, I was dressed in two pairs of running pants, a sports bra, and two long sleeve shirts. We were camping, it was cold and rainy and to be honest, I wasn’t sure I had that much confidence in myself to be in a situation where I had to take my clothes off, but I was. And it probably took us a good 3 minutes to undress ourselves separately. But then, oh my dear goodness, I was never to happy for a hookup in my life. He knew what he was doing, his body was cut as fuck and anything he said that night made me swoon, my favorite being, “You. Are. So. Hawt.” Now, I didn’t have sex with him. Hooking up with strangers is still an iffy thing for me, but he walked me to two tents over afterwards and kissed me goodnight.

So, my first encounter with a male(s) happened in Paris. The building above is The Pantheon. Close by is a street called Mouffetard. It is a pretty popular area to go out because there are a lot of bars that range from pubs to beer pong tournaments. My favorite however, is The Wall. It was always packed on the weekends so my friends and I found the secret, go on a Thursday night! It all started by the fountain within sight view of the bar. My friend had bought mini bottles of white wine because we're girls and anything little is adorable. I hadn't eaten dinner (just ran out of time, I don't have an eating disorder) and after drinking two mini bottles, I was definitely buzzed. We decided that we were ready to go to the bar and upon entering, we saw 4 shots for 10 Euros. We're Americans, we can't pass up a deal so we bought a round of vodka or rubbing alcohol, but really, what's the difference? It all went down hill from here. I got a Tequila Sunrise because momma never taught me not to mix and shortly after, struck up a conversation with a beautiful french guy. He was 26, finished school, and after awhile I pieced together that he had a girlfriend. The best he could do was offer me a cigarette. Okay, a cigarette instead of sex? NO. I quickly ditched him and bought another drink, I have no idea what alcohol was in it, but I remember talking to multiple different guys but the last one I remember is Nicolas. I do not know how he came to sit at our table, but he was and he was holding my hand. I have no idea what we talked about, but as soon as my friend left to go to the bathroom, he started making out with me. Even though this was what I wanted, I had no idea what was going on, it was like I suddenly woke up from a dream. We exchanged numbers because...that's what you do when you kiss a complete stranger. The next memory I have is walking outside to catch the Metro and Nicolas grabbed my arm and asked me if I was leaving, in my head "Who is this guy again?" I said yes and he stood up and kissed me again, in front of his friends, I wonder if they were as shocked as me. As soon as I reach home, I got a text from him saying, "Hope you made it home safe, want to see you tomorrow. Goodnight" Once again, who the fuck is this guy?