Dear Diary,
I’m in the Algarve right now, having finished my two week trip with Buttercup to Lagos, London and Barcelona, but so far I’ve only written about my first stop. When we arrived in London, Buttercup went to stay with her sister, while I stayed with K-Starr, who moved there a few weeks ago from Toronto. On our second night we went to a bar called ‘The Macbeth’. It was full of transvestites and men in super tight jeans, so were were relieved when two super cute and tall guys walked in and sat across from us. They stared at us for about half an hour. When they finally walked over to the bar, we made our move and followed.

We ended up talking until the bar closed, then walked around in the streets with them for another hour. I had my eye on Daniel, the 23 year old tattooed bartender and construction worker from Bristol who wanted to be a Paramedic so he could “save people.” He was gorgeous. He said he had the week off work, so we exchanged numbers and planned to meet up again. We messaged each other a few times during the week, but never managed to find a good time for all of us. Boo.

On our last night in London, K-Starr texted him saying that I wanted to fuck him, so he should come out. Alas, he never responded. I might fly back to London for a week at the end of August, and I’ll definitely try calling him again. What do I have to loose, right?

K-Starr, Buttercup and I then flew to Barcelona where we’d rented an apartment just off the Ramblas. Our first night we met up with a friend of a friend of K-Starr’s. He´s a 27 year old lawyer, and was very hot. We had dinner and drinks with him and his friends, before heading out around 2 to the disco. I ended up making out on the dance floor with his best friend, Pablo, while K-Starr danced with the lawyer.

Around 6am we went back to his apartment, I was drunk and horny, and pulled Pablo into another room. We had sex. I won’t go into detail because, frankly, it wasn’t very memorable. Unfortunately, I’ve been thinking a lot about Mr. X the past couple of weeks. I won’t bother moping, because the fact that I’m STILL not over him is truly depressing.

After Barcelona, we all parted ways. K-Starr went back to London and Buttercup flew to Italy. I couldn’t get a flight back to Portugal until the
next day, so I stayed at a hotel by the airport. I spent the day watching Spanish porn and masturbating with the shower head. Exciting.

Anyhoo – I’ve now been back in Lagos for a week. It’s my first time traveling alone. I am staying at an apartment in the home of family friends, but the daughter that I’m friends with works nights, so I wander alone. I’m still trying to work up the nerve to go into a bar by myself. Hopefully, I’ll soon meet some hot guy that I can date for the next month while I’m here. Wish me luck Diary!