Surely I can’t be the only one stuck at home right now, horny as hell and reminiscing about the hot hookups of pre-iso days. And not even necessarily reminiscing about the raunchiest or the kinkiest of the hookups, rather, just some of those really passionate, really fucking enjoyable hookups that still stick in your mind so vividly. Those memories that allow you to lie back in bed all those months or years later and mentally live through each moment agan, like you were still right there.
For example, throwback to that memorable work trip to Barcelona. With a hectic four days of conference schmoozing finally over, I still had two more days to myself, to let my hair down in this gorgeous city before I needed to head home. That evening, after stuffing myself full of delicious tapas and Spanish wine, my tipsy self stumbled across an English comedy show in a cute little bar, down a random alleyway in the heart of the Gothic quarter of the city. The show was down in the bar’s basement, and by the time I’d arrived, the area around the tiny stage was already packed with people, and there was only standing-room remaining. I ordered myself a beer and claimed a spot for myself, standing just behind the main seating area with a decent view of the stage.