Drunken nights and crazy moments

Thursday nights are dedicated to Paco's a local bar in the Hilton, Al Ain. With the crazy atmosphere surrounding you, your body takes on a whole new persona. If someone hands you a drink, you drink it. It's not like at home where you would worry about someone slipping something in it. If someone asks you to dance, you will dance. It's like your body has a mind of its' own.

Many a times I have been out and the next day everything is blurry. You wonder what you got up to, what state you were actually in, how many glasses did you break, and the most importantly how many drinks did you actually have. Me and the girls went out last night to celebrate the leaving of ADEC (Abu Dhabi's equivalent to Ofsted) and all the stresses they brought with them. We had survived the week and we deserved a night out. We actually arrived at Paco's later than we normally would, around 11ish, but we knew we would be out till closing.

Here is where the blurriness appears. I do not remember much except having 2 Bacardi Breezers (hardcore ain't I?) and 2 Baby Guinness -  a strange liquor shot which is pretty darn tasty. I remember one creepy guy trying to grind his way into my and my friend's dancing moments, and I was forever saying no! or ' go away!'. I'm pretty sure the manager spoke to him cause he stayed away from us later on in the night.

It was a strange feeling waking up this morning and I'm pretty sure I was still drunk at 10am. Why you ask? Well I woke up naked and the first though than ran through my head was 'oh fuck, where am I and where are my clothes?'. After panicking for about a few seconds, I realised I was in my own bed, in my own room, by myself. Crazy huh!

I recently posted on facebook that I'm 'not sure if I dreamt it...but I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in a bar with a pillow last night!'. Turns out I did. Apparently one is such a regular at the bar that I can fall asleep there and pillows and blankets will be handed to me to keep me comfy. If I did that in the UK, the manager or security would probably pick me up and put me in a taxi. 

Maybe I can find the girls and see what other shenanigans I got up to last night :)

See you later
 Melissa
x 

An Apology of Sex

So my last post may have slightly tricked a few people, but this is one is here to make things right. I am aware that many of us lost our virginity between the ages of 14-18. Some probably lost theirs soon as they become interested in girls/boys, some might want to wait for that right person. Yet how many of us can put their hands on their heart and say they fully enjoyed their first time. Not many.
The whole awkwardness of the act combined with young age and probably not knowing their partner very well, doesn't make it a good start for losing your 'v' card.

Now as you get older, and not sleeping your way through the town, sex becomes sort of cherished. Many people my age are just happy with sex being just sex. A primal need. A quickie in a car, or against a wall. But that sensual, soft, worship only comes when you find that right person. That doesn't mean to say that when you find that right person, sex becomes love making, instead you find a balance between love and lust. The quick throes of passion mixed with the long torturous pleasure of love. The way you can tease pleasure and twist it into something special.

Its amazing when you find the things that make your partner go crazy. Soft nip on the ear, the typical biting of the neck, or the grazing of their legs. Many girls and boys have different spots and when you find them, all their control is lost.

That's it for now. I got sidetracked by a memory of mine haha x