My nickname in this narrative is Miss Madrid since he called me out for changing my location on Facebook from Charleston to Madrid, even though I was only going to reside there for 3 months. Pshhh sir, that's living there, OKAY?!? We agreed to disagree. So, throughout our 8 day journey together, there were a series of questions we continued to get as Mr. Butterwall and Miss Madrid traveled from Spain to Hungary to Greece. Any guesses?
Both of us quickly dismissed the questions, reporting plainly: we are just friends. Or even travel buddies, but nothing more. Now I'm able to throw in my wing-woman story to further justify my claim. . . . . . . . . . When we checked into our hostile in Athens, we squeezed through the matchbox elevator and was hoisted to the sixth floor. Upon turning the handle to our room, we were disappointing to see one bed as our noses were assaulted with cigarette smoke. Immediately returning to the first floor, the receptionist raise his eyebrows when we demanded two separate beds. Also, his eyes shifted towards a no smoking sign hung by chicken wire on the pale yellow painted wall. He called the attractive manager over, he was able to meet a request. We we're LED outside of the hospital into a Alleyway Prime for muggings and urination, just in my shallow opinion, no locals confirmed this. Key granted us access into a glass door with a rusted handle. It was adjacent to an old abandoned shoe store with a little inventory still on the racks. Down a narrow hallway, that was dimly-lit oh, we found it under Matchbox elevator. We took it to the third floor and was pleased to find two separate beds. He of course took the larger one because quote-unquote I'm a big dude. Ladies first does not apply in Greece. After setting are things down, we made our way 2 a liquor store for vodka originally, but were intrigued buy a small bottle much cheaper then the imported vodka. It and 40%. This can't be wine we muttered. The shop owner came over and try to describe it. Google translate was no help. He grabbed one of the mini bottles of that product and twisted it open. Making eye contact with me, he put it in my hands. Oh my gosh thank you so much! He smirked and return to his register. Impressed, mr. Butter wall waited for my reaction before stealing a sip. Coconuts hell, we were impressed. It tasted like nothing I've ever tried before. He said it was something like absentee. I'm not even sure if I'm selling that right cuz I'm really not sure what he was referring to. We got a bottle and three bottles of fruit juice mix that upon exploring the label further, learned it was a Coca-Cola product. Made sense because that was tasty! The one I had was cherry banana, and his was pina colada. After purchasing the products, the clerk smiled warmly when I proclaimed more gratitude. We returned to our room to fix our drinks. The fancy Barista stylings included a few swigs from each juice bottle and filling the rest with our new Greek liquor. Since there was only a little liquor bottle, we each took a shot and made her way to a couple bars and then dinner. Don't let the signage and walls of liquor mislead you into thinking it is a Greek TGIF Friday's. The menu was filled with things I couldn't pronounce, ranging from squid to lamb. As the night went on, since we couldn't find a bar crawl on a Tuesday night, we created our own with our BYOB style. After dinner, and my Gelato dessert, I had to, we stumbled into another liquor store. We pursuit of the same Greek liqueur. Having trouble finding the same label, he picked up on our befuddled looks. Directing to the right bottle, we bought a bottle in milliliters or however they measured over there. It's not kilograms LOL As he was ringing us up, the clerk inquired where we were going next on our travels. He pegged us As Americans when we walked in the store. When butter wall revealed Santorini, the clerk commended us on selecting such a romantic place. Immediately, I corrected him by stating we were just friends. He said, you'll see when the sun sets on the beautiful Island. We smiled politely but dismissed him. By this time, we started to feel the Greek liquor. We return to the found the juice the first time, for me to bat my eyes at the clerk. I don't think he remembered me. Brushing off my failed attempt at tipsily flirting, the attractive manager of the hostel was outside the shady glass door. Instantly, he engaged Mr. Butterwall in conversation and I piped in as necessary. Then, I noticed the questions were directed at buttterwall. These weren't "where have you been" and "how are you liking Athens" kind of questions. He asked, without blinking, "So, is there anyone back home waiting for you?" Actual footage of the hotel manager waiting for Butterball to rise to his man-loving occasion.I had to advert my eyes and hold my breath to keep from bursting into my cackle-induced laughter. I wish I could recall his response! All I remember is that conversation ended quickly as we returned to the room. "Baha! I bet he did that cause he knew we weren't sleeping together since he had to change the room to two beds." "Stephanie, I don't wanna--" He burst into laughter too. "I was DYING! Do you get hit on by dudes in the states?" "Never! This is the first-- well, actually in Budapest, after that American and I left the room, the next bar we went to had a bartender that bought my drinks but not her's." "This is great!" I cackled. "Shut up," he playfully shoved my shoulder. We continued to down the liquor that was quite Greek to us, then headed to another rooftop bar. It was evident, Mr. Butterwall's liquor was hitting him faster than mine. I guess girls are the only one 2 blurb things when they're drunk. "Steph, you know what I tell people when they ask why we'er not together?" Caught a little off guard, I responded to Butterwall in the most sensible way, "Na-ah. What?" "That I wouldn't want to risk what we have. At the end of the day, it's just a warm, wet hole and is our traveling worth ruining that?" First of all, eww. Who says it like that!? Secondly, who knew this kid even considered stuff like that. I truly believed we were just friends. He took a chick home and spoke of women... well, like a guy. 'that ass, I'd break her, efff glasses are so hott' ...that kind of stuff. Sure, there were a couple times he'd compliment me but, with operators like him, you can't take any of them to heart. While mulling this all over, he continued to speak. "If I do get a girlfriend, she needs to be so incredible that it's worth giving this up to travel the world with you." "And if you get a boyfriend, because you finally accepted that you're beautiful-- I still can't understand how you don't...." His eyes searched for mine as mine did a quick roll, while my lips pursed. "Then I hope he's worth giving up spontaneous travel with me. This has worked out so well. We've had no fights or disagreements; I'm impressed with how smooth it was and am laughing more than I even thought I would." Smiling, I sneered, "pshh, you forgot how funny I was?" "I mean, Steph, we met once before this. Twice if you count the first drunken encounter," He sneered back. Shoving my shoulder, I laughed. We left the rooftop bar and made it to our hostel with Mr. Butterball's male suitor nowhere in sight. This post's sweet treat is Santorini tomorrow! ;) Sleep tight.
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