After having sex with the guy from my class I focussed on my classes. I still went out more than one night every week. I would normally make out with at least one guy each night. Sometimes I didn’t mind if the guy was really fun or that good looking. Kissing is fun and I was beginning to free myself. It’s hard to describe, but making out was really normal and I would do it with random guys. Some of my university or locals looking for fun with a girl like me. I also kissed eruopean tourists that were looking to have as much fun as possible like me.
That’s how I met an italian guy. I was at a bar with a group of friends that was getting closer since the beginning of my semester abroad. We totally failed a test so the best plan was to drown our sorrow in alcohol. We expected a fun but calm night. My closest friend was being stared by these two really cute guys. She inmediatly looked at me and said something like “The guy on the left is all yours” and walked over to them grabbing me by the hand. I got extra scared and shy so I went to a side close to the bartender and she talked to them. Two minutes later the guy on the left came to me and we started some small talk. I would look over to my friends because I couldn’t help myself with my shyness.