They say that marriage and kids age a person. In a way I’m starting to believe in that theory considering I was definitely more tired and lazy during my nanny days. I have always been young minded, but there definitely is a time and place for it. However, I’m pretty damn good at it. A week after my break up, I really felt like I went back 11 yrs and started my 20s all over again. I was going out and traveling a whole lot more and I also started going out with my own little crew from the neighborhood. People tend to lose friends along the way as they age so when I belonged to a crew again, it felt like back in day. It felt good always knowing that I had plans along with knowing that it was always going to be a good time no matter where we ended up. It was definitely a party when the crew was together and all of us counted down the days until the weekend would reappear and the crew could get together to do it all over again.
The first thought that goes into my head when I think about Madrid is how beautiful the people are there. From the first night, KB and I would be in awe with how attractive everyone was and also how friendly the people were. KB was always good at researching places and knowing exactly what place would be a good time. We went to this lounge the first night and it was a nice layout with two rooms of bars, great music, couches, and dim lighting. We had a few drinks beforehand at this casual neighborhood bar where the bartender was trying out his special drinks on us so we had a nice little buzz goin’ on. When we got to the lounge, there weren’t that many people but the few that were there were already getting their dance on. We got our drinks and moved to the great beats. In moments, the place was filled with way more men than women and they were all very attractive. It was such a different experience at a bar than I have ever encountered. Not only was it filled with very attractive men but they were super friendly and very charming. The first guy I met was Juan. Juan had dirty blond silky hair to his shoulders, about 6’2, very lean, very very muscular, olive skin, and green eyes. He kept looking at me every time he would pass by. I finally approached him, he whispered something in my ear, looked into my eyes and kissed me. We barely spoke. We really didn’t have to speak. Not speaking at that moment felt very good. It didn’t take a minute before KB found some attractive friends of her own when we got separated. When we finally decided to communicate verbally with one another, I asked how old he was and he responded with “Veinte y cuatro”. Juan was only twenty four and at the time I was thirty one. It felt so wrong but it felt so good having fun and having someone so much younger than me think I was his age. Juan did not care a bit how old I was and was way more into it after he found out.
Halloween was the next night and it was a nice surprise that they also celebrate and get dressed up. We decided to go to the same lounge since we had such a great time the night before. We met quite a few people that night but what sticks in my mind were two very attractive pilots. The one was named Jaime who had a striking resemblance to a young Jason Priestley without the 90s hairdo. We spoke for awhile and he was very surprised that I was visiting from the states. His friend kept talking him up as if I wasn’t interested in him just by looks. He was hot. Had a good time with Jaime that night drinkin’, dancin’, talkin’ and kissin’. Then the age question pops up and he gives me the popular answer “viente y cuatro”. You all must be reading this thinking that this place must have been filled with people in there early to mid twenties which was not really the case. We met a few people prior to our interaction with the pilots who were our age. I can’t remember if I even bothered to tell him my age. Did I mention how attractive Jaime was??
We stayed in Madrid for only a few days then took a flight to Barcelona. Barcelona is so beautiful, everywhere we looked was a picture moment. One night we decided to go dancing. I haven’t been to a club in years and I’m not too crazy about them but this is Spain we are talking about so it couldn’t be all that bad. The music was ok and we ended up meeting a crew of people. We had a great time with them and danced the entire time we were there. We all left together and they wanted to walk us back to where our hotel was which had to be at least a 30min walk. We weren’t really attracted to these guys but they were a lot of fun. That is actually the big difference with Madrid and Barcelona, people are way more attractive in Madrid. Anyway, as we were walking back, KB asked them how old they were and that famous number reappeared “viente y cuatro”. How is it possible that everyone is 24??!! Not 23, not 25, but always 24!!! The funniest part was when we told them how old we were their mouths dropped. They were a little freaked out by it as was I. They were definitely less enthused about walking us all that way just to find out with weren’t in their age range.
I could go on and on with my “24” stories like when we went back to Montreal and the only guy that hit on me was 24 or the time my friend told me about her cousin’s crush on me who is also 24 or the time I was working and the engineer thought I was 24. What does this all mean?!! Not gonna lie, it is pretty damn flattering when people think I’m still in my 20s or when attractive young men still hit on me, but it’s not really getting me to where I want to be and that’s in a real relationship that has a future. I know it may seem like I’m complaining, which is not at all the case. It’s more of an accomplishment so I thought I’d brag about it.
