It’s always sad when a holiday comes to an end, as it means it’s time to go back to reality. And when the reality is the chilly, dreary London weather, it’s really hits hard.
Unfortunately there hadn’t been much of a chance to past over the last couple days of the trip, but at the same time there wasn’t anything exciting to write about. And to be honest, not all of it was great or fun…
I think I went into this holiday with the wrong mentality when it came to having a bit of holiday fun. Or perhaps I’d had certain high expectations after my last couple trips to the island. Finding a bit of ‘fun’ on holiday usually isn’t that hard.. no pun intended. LOL
But for some reason I’d felt somewhat ignored sexually by other guys, both in and out of the bars or the resort. In the past, my dating/chatting apps were quite busy with messages or views (even if it wasn’t from guys I was attracted to), but this time I barely got any hits.
And at the bars it was almost like I was invisible. Guys would walk right past me as if I wasn’t even there… and when you’re in a sex/cruising club, that really isn’t a good thing. If anything it got me feeling somewhat anxious and perhaps that made me come across as desperate.
It was somewhat stressful near the end for me. So much so that I came very close to falling back on an old crutch to try and make myself feel better – cigarettes. Although I did have a couple cigarettes over the course of the week (it happens, no biggy), I came so close on the second to last night to buying an actual pack and start up again.
Yeah… that’s how shitty I was feeling, but in the end I resisted the temptation that night.
The next day was spent on the beach, which I absolutely love to do, but I was still in a bit of a funky mood.. and my mate didn’t really help things any. He doesn’t seem to get it when I tell him about my troubles finding guys or even a shag, especially as he never has any troubles himself.
It just felt like my concerns or feelings were brushed aside as if they didn’t matter, as if it was all just in my head. Him and I are obviously completely different people – he’s fit, handsome, super outgoing and everyone loves his outrageous behaviour; whereas I’m chubby, shy, reserved, and have a hard time finding guys attracted to bigger men.
I was there on holiday to relax, enjoy the sunshine and the company around me, nothing more. So I really shouldn’t have let it get to me.
Anyway, the final evening included a ‘farewell’ meal with the entire group at a restaurant at the ungodly early time of 7pm (nobody eats dinner that early in Spain LOL). It wasn’t anything spectacular, and personally I think would have been better if it had been held closer to the resort.
After a quick nip home and a nap, I headed back out to the clubs just after midnight in the hopes of having a bit of last minute fun. I did snog an Irish bearcub early on, only for him to say he’d grab me later for more but didn’t.. in fact the last time I saw him around the bar he looked right past me.
With the exception of a handful of guys, everyone was heading home at different times on Saturday. I’d purposely booked a late flight so I could enjoy most of the day, which I did. I relaxed, packed my case, and then met a couple friends who were also on holidays for a late lunch.
Unfortunately, getting onto the plane home turned into a bit of a farce.
Once the gate was called for our 8pm flight home, suddenly there was a gate change half an hour before we were due to board/take off. So off we all went to the new gate.. only for them to change it again about 5 minutes later, and again 5 minutes after that.
It was almost like someone was sitting there trying to get the Brits to run around the airport. We had 4 gate changes before they stopped.. and only then announced the flight was going to be delayed AFTER the initial departure time had passed.
Meanwhile the airline app was still showing everything was on time. Riiiiight…
So that meant I landed back in London just past 1am Sunday morning, and once I’d grabbed a train into town and then arranged an Uber to take me home from the train station, it was well after 3am. *YAWN*
But that’s ok, it happens from time to time I suppose. Plus it was a bank holiday weekend, so I don’t return to work until Tuesday anyway. LOL
What mattered is that I got home safe and sound, and despite my own insecurities near the end, I did have a fabulous naked holiday. I met a few new guys from the website, I saw some amazing sights around the island, and I came home with a killer tan.
What more can I ask for? 😀
Now it’s time to start planning my next holiday – I still have 9 days to use up before the end of July.. just need to decide where to go. 😉