... I was amazed, years ago, how easy it was in Madrid to attract a female to the bar stool next to me. Some were providers, and some weren't.
I have no pickup knack whatsoever. But on each of two occasions I actually trolled a Spanish-speaking civvie! One was a traveling business woman from Colombia. We eyed each other at a high-class hotel bar, and we were soon dancing the night away. By 0500 we were in bed at my hotel and going at it like blazes. This woman was my fantasy woman, and her pussy was the tightest I had ever known. After four hours of deep sleep, we awoke to the bright Madrid sun and repeated the event as satisfyingly as it had been in the dark. Sexually, it was the best night of my life. We arose, had continental breakfast in the room, and said our fond good-byes. She asked me for cab fare. Oh oh – I wondered if this were still civvie or not. The question was never answered. I handed her generous cab fare (equivalent of perhaps 50 bucks), and she departed with a sense of urgency to get her day started.
On another occasion in Madrid, I trolled a visiting Chilean woman who was half my age. She was visiting the bar with (you ready?) her mother, who I learned was hot to get her daughter married. Now this daughter was no cover girl, but by my standards was an attractive female. And she was dressed in an outfit that to me was prime fetish stuff. When I took off from the bar with her, her mother wished us well. Hey, Mother had hopes. The daughter was a bit lifeless in bed, but the sex was okay. After we fucked, I told her I was married already and we could't proceed from here. I hailed her a cab at midnight, advanced a fare to the driver, and watched her head back to Mama – none the worse for her experience.
Two points here:
1. Although I was terrible at picking up girls stateside, in Europe I was bringing home civvies by accident.
2. All the sex then (a quarter century ago) was bareback. Today? Probably different
