WEIGHT: 56 kg
Services: Photo / Video rec, Sauna / Bath Houses, Watersports (Giving), Naturism/Nudism, Slave
I quickly learned that a twenty-something in the hottest Mediterranean city in no way has to be committed to just one person. I figured out how to juggle my novios just right: It certainly felt pretty good to be whistled after on a Sunday when the American in me was cruising the streets of Poblenou in basketball shorts, a ponytail and nerdy glasses. Truth is that Barcelona has a large population of beautiful people, and the more I went out, the more of these mortal gods I met. At times I wondered how it could be that easy.
Because chick flicks led me to believe that it was he who had to make the first move while I stood in the corner, trying to come off as pretty and timid. I learned that if I want something, I have to go and get it. Barcelona taught me that confidence is sexy as hell, and the more I exhibit it, the more men are attracted to me. I used to put a great deal of effort into pampering boys. I figured that after years of putting together care baskets of wine and Lindt truffles for my sick boyfriends, shopping for monogrammed wallets or bringing them Soviet Union souvenirs from Russia, it was time for them to spoil me.
I let my Spanish beau choose our restaurant for dinner, take me hiking up in Montjuic, buy me a Damm at Bar Manolo in El Raval and end the night with my favorite brand of cava at Nova Icaria. No judgement here, no holding back, just the deep bass of electronic music while I dance with the fun crowd I just met.
I can sneak out for a stroll around the Barceloneta with someone and start dancing with someone else when I return. Dancing on the table? All goes down in Opium. Barcelona is a very sensual city in every way, from cuisine to art to sex. About Advertise with us. Monogamy can be highly overrated. Matador's growing Creators Community is the place to connect with fellow travel journalists.