Dear Diary,
After my vow to avoid men for the remainder of my time in Lagos, I started hanging out with M. He was Australian, and worked in the restaurant where I ate brunch every day. He would come and visit me while I was working at the bar at night, and some evenings we’d go for dinner together with his friends. He invited me to his 25th Birthday party, which was going to be on a big boat that they’d rented out for the day. The party wasn’t for a week, and in the meantime, M was making it quite obvious that he liked me.

One night, after being out drinking with him after work, I ended up crashing at his place, but saying “we’re just friends” before completely passing out. I woke up a couple times during the night to him kissing the back of my neck, but I told him to stop, as I really wasn’t looking for anything, especially after the thing with Tom the week before. After the boat trip, which was a blast, I became better friends with some of the other Aussies that were there in Portugal working for the summer, especially L (M’s best friend), and Steph. The three of them had met a few months earlier while traveling, and came to the Algarve together.

I had been spending a lot of time with my three Aussies, but especially with M. I’d sit in his restaurant for breakfast every day, we’d have dinner together every evening, and would watch movies or drink and play pool most nights. Still, I knew it would be stupid to do anything with him, as I would be flying back to Toronto in a few weeks.

One Monday night, the four of us all had the night off work, so we went out to party. We started the night doing a ‘Power Hour’, where I consumed as much wine and beer as possible in 60 minutes for 7 Euros. By 10 pm, I was fucked. The drinking continued at another bar. Around 1 am, somewhere between grinding with L and kissing M on the dance floor, I got it in my head that I wanted to have a threesome. Now diary, this has always been a fantasy of mine, but not one I could ever see myself actually doing.

After extending this offer to the boys, things get a bit fuzzy, but the next thing I knew, the three of us were back in the boys’ room. After all the excessive drinking, it was no surprise the boys couldn’t get it up. Fine with me, since they just took turns going down on me. The night ended with the three of us, still naked, curled up in bed together, falling asleep while watching an episode of Family Guy.

What a fucking night, although the next day was just as crazy…