Part 1: The boy who spoke another language

We had just arrived in Berlin that afternoon, and shortly after we were showing our faces at the Woof - probably the best bear bar in the world. I was meeting again friends that I haven't seen in a while, and slowly getting acquainted with new faces. There was nobody who got my attention, particularly. I wanted to kiss people, but nobody really stood out to me. It was the first day, after all, and my expectations were really high. It would have been difficult to please me.

Until I saw him, across the room, towards the back of the bar. He had something that attracted me instantly, but I cannot pinpoint what. Maybe it was his eyes? Maybe his bushy beard? Maybe his mediterranean vibe... I was drawn to him, but it was only the first night. There was still a lot to happen.

I crossed him on my way to the toilet, I looked at him, but I am not sure he looked back at me. Or even noticed me. On my way back, I decided to stop and talk to him. Right before I said hi, I was grabbed by a friend of a friend, who smacked me a kiss. I enjoyed the kiss, but it took away all the hope I had to achieve something with the one I actually wanted. I still stopped to say hi, we talked, he was in fact mediterranean, we exchanged instagram and went our own ways.

We chatted online about meeting at the bear party next day, and I was happy to see him there when I arrived. I told him I wanted to kiss him, he seemed surprised, but it looked like he enjoyed the idea. Later on, we kissed, and I enjoyed the idea. While dancing between kisses, I asked him what was his plan for the next evening. He did not have any, so I asked him "what about you, me and my husband in our hotel room tomorrow?" I showed him the husbear and he said "I am definitely game!"

He came over the following evening, and we had an amazing time. We got to know each other, talked, enjoyed time together, and did some other stuff. I could not believe that this guy, the one that caught my attention, the one I actually wanted, was there, in my bed. At some point I wasn't even sure I would kiss him, and now he was there. Now, for that evening, he was mine.

We became good friends and we kept in touch. He likes to travel, so he is planning to come visit. I like Berlin, so I am planning to see him next time I am in town. He is sweet and I want more of him in my life. And even though it all happened in the span of 3 days, he really made our weekend in Berlin start in a great way.

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