Review

Am having a lazy Monday, which is a public holiday in my State of Queensland – Labour Day. And I wish to share with you something funny relating to my recent trip.

One of the hosts, from whom I rented a room in a Spanish city through a gay accommodation system, left the following review of me in English (he gave me three stars out of five, by the way):

“Vadim seems to be a very nice person once you know him, however during the period of time he was hosted in my house we have not talked a lot. He was all time out of the house and he just came in to sleep.
He is a quiet and respectful person”

My commentary:
The host is 27, and I found him handsome and attractive when I arrived at his place. Before that, he was full of excitement when we corresponded and even wrote at the end of one of the messages: “Abrazos fuertes” (Big hugs). He was friendly, very interested in me, and gave me explanations about the city and local attractions. We also shared some other info: work, nutrition, interests, etc. It was a long and interesting conversation. I also asked him about the local gay life. He said it was pretty boring because the city was very conservative, but there was one gay bar where he invited me to go with him that night. I said yes to that.

Then he said he had to go out to do some shopping and other things. I went out as well to explore the city.

When I came back in the evening (at about 9pm), I saw a guest: a mostly bold, grey-haired, bearded and rather short guy, about 40yo. He was to have dinner (with gambas (prawns)) at my host’s place. Soon he left to buy some wine. My host explained to me that he was his ‘sexual friend’ (f*ck-buddy, as we might call it here). When he came back, those two started an animated conversation basically ignoring me. Judging from the initial few phrases, it became obvious to me that it was their first encounter and they were very horny. OK, not a problem, I went to my room to sleep.

I must say though that after that I no longer found my host handsome and attractive, and sincere, however I was always polite to him.

The following morning, I got up at about 6am, had a shower, breakfast, did some blogging and emailing, and left at about 9am, when my host was still asleep in his room. The day was full of tourist activities for me, and I came back  at the same time, i.e. 9pm. And I saw another guy, another ‘sexual friend’ of my host. OK, not a problem, I went to my room to sleep.

The following morning, I got up at about 6am, had a shower, breakfast, did some blogging and emailing, and left at about 9am, when my host was still asleep in his room. The day offered more tourist activities for me, and I came back at about 10.30pm. The host was alone, very busy with some urgent work. OK, not a problem, I went to my room to sleep.

The following morning, I got up at about 6am, had a shower, breakfast, did some blogging and emailing, and left at about 8am, when my host was still asleep in his room. The day offered more tourist activities for me, and I came back at about 8pm. The host was tutoring a boy in literature or something like that. No time for me of course. OK, not a problem, after some blogging and emailing, and packing my bag in my room I went to sleep.

That evening I only managed to say to my host that I would be leaving early the next day, and thanked him for the room. When on the following morning I left at about 8am he was still asleep.

Now you probably understand why I was amused by the review.