Travelling through Europe with my friend for 5 weeks had a lot of ups & downs, we headed to Croatia for 10 days doing a island hopping tour. While staying Dubrovnik my friend decided that she wanted to dye her hair bleach blonde like Paris Hilton from dark brown, so she booked an appointment at the hairdresser. While we waited we sat down at a oyster bar for her to try the fresh oysters & I had a glass of wine. When she went to her appointment I wandered around shopping, eating, soaking up the culture. About 5 hours later, she still hadn’t text me, so I went back to the hotel, had a shower, jumped in my pyjamas & settled down to read my book, I figured that she would find me when she was done.
She got home shortly after me about 7:30pm & even though her hair colour looked nothing like Paris Hilton, it was more of a golden blonde but it looked amazing. We talked for a bit thinking that we can’t waste her amazing new hair do on a night in at the hotel, lets go out for a drink? So I jump up about 8:30pm & start getting ready, she says ‘are you serious?’ I said sure, why not? So we got ready, had a drink at the hotel bar (boring!) then caught a taxi to the town centre. We asked the driver were we should go, so he dropped us at a nightclub about 9:30pm.
Music was pumping, lights were flashing as we walked down the stairs to this underground club, but we walk into a fairly small room, with two or three booths & a few stools with tables but it’s almost an empty room! We both pack up laughing but decide to give it a go. We order drinks, mine comes in a bucket, yes a bucket, like one you would take down the beach to build a sandcastle. Several of those buckets later & the place was filling up, three fairly older German guys share our table & we make friends with them easily, leaving our stuff with them (WTF!?) while we dance on the dance floor!
Disclaimer : Pic is real!
It’s not long before it’s hard to move in the place, it’s tiny & it’s packed full of people, all dancing, trying to get drinks. My friend & I are dancing away, taking selfies & generally feeling like we’re 20 again. It was such a fun night (from what I remember) but somehow I start dancing with this guy, a British guy (of course) from Manchester so we dance & end up kissing on the dance floor. I must really be in my 20’s!
I’m grinding away on the dance floor when my friend comes up to me & says ‘I have to go, I’ve got food poisoning’ she tells me to stay & rushes off. Stupidly I let her go & stupidly she doesn’t force me to go with her, so she heads off & I stay in the arms of Manchester.
We end up outside chatting & he invites me back to his hotel, I ask if he’s sharing a room with someone which he says no, so I think whats a little holiday romance. We jump in a taxi & it’s going further & further into the hills, but we arrive a nice hotel & go inside, we walk through all the nice part & kept walking, to what can only be described as a dorm hall, this is confirmed when we walk into a dorm room! There’s another couple in a bed in the corner but apparently that doesn’t stop me. I guess I really am in my 20’s!
It’s probably one of the weirdest sexual encounters, I never had sex in a dorm room in my 20’s so it’s kinda crazy doing it in my 30’s. I have no idea if the sex was good or not, I am sorry to say I don’t really remember it. But I get up afterwards & get dressed, doing the walk of shame though a Croatian hotel/hostel to ask the concierge to call me a taxi, I feel like a hooker standing outside waiting. I get home about 5:00am, hungover as fuck, dying for a drink of water & my friend is up. She’s been sick all night, coming out of both ends – those bloody fresh oysters. She’s drunk all the water including the mini bar water. We end up spending the whole next day at the hotel only venturing out for water & some greasy food for me! But man Croatia was a beautiful place!