I am never a person who would prefer one night hookup than serious relationships. Being a 35 years old single woman, I always yearn for marriages. Spending the rest of my life with the person I love, I couldn’t wish more. Hooking up is just not my cup of tea and I am not that material. I am a person who worship love and feelings over sexual satisfactory. I always thought that I cannot be with someone whom I don’t fall for, until this trip to Spain.
This summer, my best friend Lily and I planned for a trip to Spain. We took a couple days off along with one weekend, which enables us to go on a trip for 5 days. Spain is the place which we have always wanted to go to. As two best friends, Lily and I are quite various from each other in regard to personalities, in particular in respect to the perspective toward relationships. Lily loves one night dating and hookups. She enjoys being single because she gets to be with different persons. She is also a bisexual lady who loves to be the unicorn of a couple. Dating and hookup apps are the most essential thing in her phone. Where ever she goes, she would always fond someone with the help of the hook up apps in her phone, either having one night hookup or a threesome. While I have been always wanting to find the special one to spend my life with and I have never been into a threesome before. Just like that, we two became best friends, exchanging our different perspective toward everything in the world.
At the night we arrived in Spain, we were both too excited to settle down at hotel. We could wait to go out and explore the new environment. Lily spoke Spanish, while I didn’t know any of it except Hola, gracias and Adios. So it pretty much meant I couldn’t do anything without the company of Lily.
Lily and me went to a bar just down stair of our hotel. We ordered some drinks. Lily suddenly realized that she forgot her phone at the hotel, so she went upstairs to get it, left me sitting there alone, which was supposed to be fine, because she would be back in no time. However, after half an hour, I still didn’t see any trace of her returning and she didn’t pick up her phone. I wouldn’t worry about her, because she was a pretty strong and independent woman, but I did worry about myself more. It was awkward sitting there with so many drinks in front of me.
Then there came a guy spoke Spain. I couldn’t understand a word, but smiling. I smiled back and explained that I couldn’t understand Spain and I am from America. He seemed to understand because he nodded. But he didn’t know any English as well except Hi, thanks and Bye. But he kept talking to me with various body gestures, which was so funny…