Lofts and Beer

The view from my hotel room

Every morning when I opened my curtains, I would stare at these buildings and wonder who would live there, since there were not many apartments lit in the evenings.  They seemed mostly empty.  I fancied the middle one because of the large windows, the tower is called "something lofts".  The apartments seemed large and interesting, but who would live in such apartments? They are close to the sea,  the one on the lower floor seemed to be a club...  With my wild imagination, I had all kinds of fantasies about the nature of the club, could be anything...  A very exclusive club for the Happy Fews? A photographer's studio?  I quite liked this idea,  luxurious design furniture, a plant wall, something really classy, maybe a swimming pool overlooking the nearby sea?...  then, of course my mind wondered further...I imagined something like a swinger's club? I naively wonder if there are such things in these countries, but I would think there are. They're not on Google.

While there, I met a follower who had traveled for the event.  It felt awkward because I did not want my blog life to interfere with my real life, even less so with work. He contacted me a year ago, we never cammed. I was excited to have the opportunity to meet him in person and have dinner with him in the old town. He told me he did not expect me to be so nervous and shy. It was very enjoyable, and very strange to be able to talk about bloggers and sex. After that dinner, we texted and he made it clear that he wanted to have sex with me, but I could not force myself after only meeting him once. I also told him I did not want to feel like being some kind of trophy (Just imagine my stuffed head with my tongue sticking out on the wall like in a Gary Larson Far Side Gallery comic!) or another notch on his bedpost. We met again another evening in his room for a beer.  He made a move, but I just could not do it, besides I had to get up very early the next day for work. He texted me he really wanted to make love to me.  I came to realize that I did not know him very well.  When we chatted again after the trip, I explained that it was not my habit to through myself into someone's bed out of desperation.  I need to know the person better and to feel a good connection.  We will probably meet again this fall through work. Of course, some of my close colleagues asked questions, I was very elusive.