Follow Up To My Last Post.................

Aloha kitties.................

Thanks for the comments, everyone. Please excuse the huge gaps in the post. When I upload my pictures, the spacing gets thrown off and I can't fix it.

I should also mention that yes, there were female roommates during my stay. I did live with women while I lived abroad. I moved about 7 different times in Barcelona. About 5 of those times I did live with a woman in the house. When I first arrived, I lived with a female. But I had to move out because school was out, and I stayed with her while I had class. She was a piece of work though. She overcharged me for my room, and stuck me in a little shithole room with a view of the neighbor walls while my other roommate got a huge room with a nice view. The apartment I lived in was over a hundred years old. I liked the old charm, but not my little room. I complained about it to the school, and she didn't like that. She was an English girl, and she made no attempt whatsoever to help me. We were both foreigners, lol. She also told me to study in my room, not the living room because I had a desk in there. I was glad to get out of there.

My roommate directly after her had the same name as I. She ran a restaurant that specialized in snails and she was nice. I liked her and her roommate, Anna. I rarely ever saw them, because they worked long hours. I was lonely there, but that wasn't their fault. I lasted a month because the place was expensive, I was running out of cash and I went to San Sebastian to be an au-pair.

After that last place, I moved in with my fellow American who I wrote the post below about. I lasted for three weeks there. I was in such a hurry to find a new place, so I planned on touring various places. Instead what happened, was I said yes to the first nice place I saw. The guy seemed very cool at first. He had a nice place, he was a native Barcelonean, he was around my age, and lived across from his mom. I had never lived with a guy before (besides the American for 3 weeks) so I decided to give it a try. I found him on Easy Piso, which is like Roommate Finder.

I could've looked around further, but:

1.) I really wanted out of my last place, and was ready to take any place that seemed nice.

2.) Roommate searching in a foreign country is never easy. My Spanish wasn't as strong, I had no car and had to take the metro all over town. His place was nice, he seemed nice and I felt like it would work. I lived with him for a total of 5 months. Three of those were peaceful and without incident. He never laid a hand on me, but he kept wanting a relationship with me. I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer so I had move out. It was his mother who took care of me when I was bedridden with the flu for two weeks and celebrated my birthday.

After him I swore off male roommates and I moved in with a girl from Germany. She did modeling on the side and studied French. She had a beautiful view of the city. She was nice to my face but underneath I could sense that something wasn't right. She would also let her boyfriend hang around a lot. After pretending he didn't exist for a while, I finally decided to say hello to him and talk to him in front of her so she wouldn't think I was rude, and so he wouldn't think I didn't like him. But as I was talking to him, she gave me the stink eye. A few nights later I heard her mention to him that I get on her nerves. She went on and on, and then told him to be quiet as I may hear them. I had just been there for a week or two. I was heart broken because I had just gotten out of a bad situation. And I liked her, and really thought we got along.

But I decided to get her back. I knew that finding a roommate wasn't easy for her either since she wasn't in her own country so I decided to move out by the end of that month and let her find someone else. I made some excuse of something happening back home, and how I was broke and had no more money to stay. Interestingly enough, she tried to accomodate me and let me stay a little longer or something like that. At that point, I decided that I wanted out of her house and I wasn't going to stay so I told her I had to go back home, and bolted out of there by the end of the month to the last place I would live in Barcelona. She tried to find other people, and she had to work at that. I was quiet, I paid rent on time, and didn't bother her. She had a Brazilian girl come over and spend the night, but it looks like she couldn't afford to move in after all. By the time I left, she wanted to remain friends with me and told me to call her if I needed anything, but I made up my mind that I was gonna move, so I smiled accepted the number, but moved anyway and never talked to her after. I never told her about the conversation I overheard.

After that I moved in with a female coworker into her apartment (Colombian but lived in the US for years) and two gay male friends from Argentina. The funny thing was she and I were slobs, but those guys were neat. We had no boyfriends, but they had boyfriends. She and I bonded and we would take trips together, but something about her underneath wasn't quite right. She was nice to me, but nasty to the other gay roommates and called them faggots and said she wanted to kick them out on the street. Those men weren't perfect either. They were like whiny girls and got on my nerves, but I wouldn't have said those things about them.

She had a streak of anger that I knew would be directed at me in a matter of time. At the firm I worked in, she was one of the brokers who was very good at getting rich men to part with their euros and invest in the "stocks" the company sold. She would smile at me while talking, but after a few seconds her eyes would turn to ice and it would kind of disappear. I knew that I couldn't stay there with her alone. My instincts were telling me that something was off. Sometimes I would ask her a simple question and she got upset. I remember asking her about her cancer or something like that, she said she diagnosed herself . I was asking questions about how she diagnosed it or how she knew, but she was getting a little short with me. I shut up, but put that in the back of my mind.

Luckily at the end of the month I flew back to the US. I still kept in touch with her, but to me, she was one of those friends you keep at arms length, or in other words, don't live with.

See my little kittens, look what you pulled out of me, lol.

I've been wanting to write a detailed entry about my roommate experiences in Barcelona but never got around to it until now. I am glad that I am finally writing about it in a little more detail.

As for male roommates, I have lived with male roommates here in the states, and have not had the issues I had in Barcelona.

My last roommate was male from South Africa, but he was very respectful, and we were respectful of each others' boundaries and maintained our own lives. He was the best roommate I had, and it's a shame he lost his job and work visa. It was a nice apartment too.

Anyway, above are the pictures from my first apartment in Barcelona. The elevator was something else, that I tried to avoid at all costs. It would only hold one person and I think it only took you up. It wouldn't go up and down, just own direction.

I will have to show you some other pics sometime.

Sleep in my bed and help me get better karma........(Long and hard post)

Hello There My Little Fuzzballs,

The economy sucks balls. People are laid off, losing their homes, just going through a tough time in general. (Ashleigh, not a word from you.......)

And because of that, there will always be some people who are willing to capitalize on your misfortune, yet cover it up as "doing you a favor."

Like our little gem below. I found him on Craigslist in the housing section. I've been perusing the room-for-rent ads to see what's out there as well as get an idea of what prices are reasonable.

Prizes like this dude have been on the rise. They may have a job or a place to live, yet they can't get laid. So what do they do ? Offer their room for a "reduced rent" situation or they offer it for free. All the woman has to do is share the bed, or cuddle or hang out. No sex required !

Anyhoochie, here is the ad of the day, with my glorious ponderings in bold:


I thought I'd try and get some good Karma coming my way and give someone a break on rent, and get some companionship for me along the way as well...I'm looking for a female to share my bed and be my cuddle partner...nothing sexual...just snuggling. Free to you, just buy your own food. I have no time nor the effort to find a girlfriend (not that I'm looking for a "girlfriend experience"), just miss the companionship and snuggling. Great apartment, great neighborhood, pool, jacuzzi, cable, wireless internet...all free to you.

1.) Someone needs to reach out to this poor bastard and explain that you can't bang your way into good karma. If that were the case a helluva lot more men would be on the path to righteousness.


2.) This prize expects the female to sleep in his bed, and just cuddle and expect that he won't accidentally touch a boob or trip and fall into her ?

3.) So he expects her to cuddle with him, sleep in the same bed, share the whole apartment, yet his food is off limits ?

4.) No time or effort to find a girlfriend ? And not that he's looking for the "girlfriend" experience. The man is flat out lying. He is desperate and just frustrated that no one is playing with his ding-dong. Trapping a woman in his apartment is his last hope. If he were telling the truth, he'd be too busy whoring around instead of writing a desperate ad in the housing section of Craigslist.

5.) Great apartment, great neighborhood, pool, jacuzzi, cable, wireless internet...all free to you. Remember, not all is free as he will expect you to buy your own food. Oh, he mentioned the jacuzzi, as you will probably try to pork you in it. Don't think I am joking, as earlier this year I caught two people getting loud and roudy in the jacuzzi of our apartment complex. Oh, and P.S: usually men who offer places like this for free have mediocre places at best. Usually they are in run down neighborhoods with unkempt lawns, rowdy children, and gawd-awful banda music.

While we are at it, I will admit that I learned this lesson the hard way. Not here of course, but overseas in Barcelona in a foreign country. I was on my own, and things weren't working out. My money was running out, I had no one to turn to, and if I didn't think fast I wouldn't know where I would sleep or live.

So I went to be an au-pair in San Sebastian to three boys. I even took the train to meet the family. A doctor, his wife and three boys. They seemed nice and they had a beautiful house. You could see France from our back yard. They had a pool, and the best food around.

Yet when I moved in, I felt so depressed. I could barely contain myself and do my duties of watching the three boys and cleaning the house. I felt trapped. I was basically isolated on a mountain, slept in a room in the basement area, and was way underpaid, as I had no working papers AND I was living in their house. They said I would be a part of their family, but I definitely didn't feel that way. I couldn't bond. The wife didn't want to talk to me. If I needed something, she told me to go ask her husband, and he didn't really want to deal with me either.

I lasted a week. I couldn't take it anymore, so I lied and said someone died back home. I then packed my shit up there and bolted.

Long story short, before I left I called my American friend who I met a few weeks prior. He kept telling me to come back to Barcelona. It would be okay. He would get me a job at his firm and he would let me stay in his spare bedroom. What did I need ? Did I need money ? He would give me money. Anything I needed he was willing to help me out.

Why ? Because "Americans help each other out"

At that point I was broke, had nothing, and needed the cash. Instead I took out an advance on my credit card and said no to his cash offer. I don't care how broke I am, I won't accept a wad of cash from a man unless he is family. I would let him buy me dinner, but I just can't bring myself to accept cold cash from a man I barely know.

I agreed to his place, as he lived there for free for his job. So he wasn't really going out of his way for me. I also asked him what he would expect out of me if I live with him.

He said that there were no strings attached. I made him swear up and down that he wouldn't come knocking on my door for "benefits". He promised me over and over that would never happen.

It was a risk, but a risk that I was willing to take since I was so miserable. I was ready to jump off a cliff if I didn't get out of that house in San Sebastian. So I took the train back to Barcelona, and didn't look back.

Anyway, he got me the job at his firm, and I was finally getting paid. As for his apartment, I lasted for three weeks before he started getting a little hostile with me. He never forced himself on me, but he picked on me in other ways. He kept getting meaner because I would go out, learn the language and meet people while he stayed inside and ordered take-out. He said real nasty things, and we fought so loud that the neighbor scolded him, lol.

So I quickly found another roommate, a man that spoke no English, and moved into his place. I took some food out of the my old roommate's fridge since I was hungry, and I got called up and told how selfish I was for taking food. But I was out, didn't care, and I ignored him at work.

Little did I know that I would later have drama with my new male roommate, but that is for another entry.

I know I go off on tangents, but I learned this lesson early. There is no such thing as something for free. There are always conditions attached to gestures.

I was lucky I was unharmed. Thank goodness, because when I called home to report this, I wasn't taken seriously. I asked for financial assistance and was basically told to suck it up and wait until I got paid. And I did, so I can look back and know that I can take care of myself.

This guy contacted me a couple of years later on the IM. I asked why he was so mean, and he said that he knew I wouldn't sleep with him and he was pissed about it. He was basically frustrated. He knew we had an agreement, and took it out on me in other ways.

I have forgiven him. Yeah, he was a jerk, but he got me back to Barcelona, and into a job. Because of that, I was able to stay in the country for another 8 months and enjoy the country. And for that I was and still am grateful.

Sometimes people that help you out in the beginning can turn on you. Sometimes what you think is a blessing in the beginning doesn't last. I guess some people are meant to come in your life and stay for a short period of time. My aunt experienced this in Spain as well, many years ago. She was attacked by one guy, and the guy who comforted her turned on her and tried to attack her later.

So I really went off tangent.

Ciao for now kittens................

No, I wasn't looking at your crotch................

Hello Kittens,

As you may or may not know, I am currently a security wench for a living. Don't ask me about the uniform because it sucks. I wear beige pants that make my ass look big, and my top is oversized. The shirt is too long, so I have to stuff it in my pants, which makes me look like I have a tummy. So you get to see my fat ass, but you don't get to see that I actually do have some nice curves.

Anywhore, as part of my job I need to make sure that I can see peoples' badges when they walk in. Also, I need to know the names of employees when I am talking to them, and I usually do this by reading their names off their badges that are clipped to their belts.

But what happens when a guy has his badge close to his crotch ? I was talking to one of the guys in upper management today, and I was scanning him for his badge, when BAM it was close to his third leg. I felt embarrassed.

But that wasn't the worst. Three years ago when I first started out as a receptionist, this guy walks in. I was looking for his badge, which was ...........yeah, you guessed it.......... very close to his crotch. He saw me look down there and he winked at me.

One guy actually took the cake and wore his badge over his crotch. Management was very strict, and I was new meat at the time, and I was constantly asking each employee to show me his/her badge. I know it was annoying, but I didn't know everyone well enough to recognizes employees from nonemployees. So I guess one guy decided to shut me up and clip the badge on his belt over the crotch.

That is all for now.

Gracias y besitos !

Our Little Roadtrip Tradition

Hello There My Little Furballs,

My brother and I usually ride together when visiting our grandparents. It is a four hour drive so we occupy ourselves with music half the time.

This guy here is named Howlin' Wolf, and he is singing Smokestack Lightning. This guy is great. Our favorite thing to do is listen to this song and howl like wolves. I ask of you, my kittens, to please move your paws to the mouse and click on the link and have a listen. Because when you do, you will know why we are howling like wolves while making turns on the windy roads to grandma's. Sometimes we'll play the song again just to howl along with the chorus.

Nothing else is really going on right now. I am getting bit with travel bug. I don't get vacation time until November, and I would like to go somewhere next spring. I would like to start with NYC and visit Ellis Island, and eat a lot of food, and act like a tourist. My last trip anywhere out of state was 2007 when I went to a wine festival in Oregon to drink wine and eat all the crab you want drenched in butter.

NYC is definitely on my list next, and then hopefully an international destination.

That is all for now little loves. Time to go and work on some dance moves. I was working on deflating my ass yesterday. But that is not going to happen. It's just not going to get smaller. What's happening is I am getting a little lift, though which is nice.

Like I said, no secrets between us.

Ciao..............

The Squeaky Wheel Gets Laid

Hello My Little Furballs,

Craigslist was a goldmine for me over the weekend. So many interesting personals ads for me to peruse. It's like these men knew I was here looking to poke fun at their ads, and they wanted in on the action. Senorita, pick me ! I am an "honest" married man and I demand a monogamous sexual partner ! They are just begging for me to mock their ads.

Here is an ad below, with my "manslation" in bold caps


I'm new to this NO I AM NOT........
Date: 2009-08-30, 5:22PM

And here it goes... I'm looking for a long term mutually exclusive relationship. STATISTICALLY SPEAKING, I WANNA BANG YOU.............
Fine. I'm a great looking guy I LOOK AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR EVERY DAY, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THE MIRROR LIKES IT... 175 pounds, blue eyes. I'm a Professional (scientist, PhD) SO I WILL INSERT RANDOM JOKES ABOUT MY HUMAN GENOME PROJECT AND OFFER YOU A DNA SAMPLE. I'm looking for a nice looking mature, responsible woman 130 pounds or less age 30 to 45. BASICALLY SUGAR PIE, NO FATTIES ALLOWED !!! I am married and you should be too. YOU SEE MY LITTLE BUTTERCUPS, I KNOW THAT WHORING AROUND BEHIND THE WIFE'S BACK IS WRONG, SO IF I CAN PORK ANOTHER MARRIED WOMAN, THEN THE GUILT SHOULD GO AWAY. The problem is at the moment, my wife and I don't see much of each other and things are lacking in the bedroom. :( NOT ONLY AM I A MARRIED MAN, BUT I AM A WHINY MARRIED MAN. IF I WHINE ENOUGH YOU WILL SCREW ME OUT OF SYMPATHY.

If you're in a similar situation and and want to get together during the week for some husband and wife bedroom activities, but without the husband and wife OOOH A WITTY SCIENTIST, please, please let me know. PLEASE PLEASE FUCK ME NOW...........
Do you? I would like to get to know you and see you from time to time. We both have needs ALTHOUGH I WILL MAINLY FOCUS ON MINE. I'll come over to your place, and be discreet. I will park down the block so your neighbors won't see a car by your house. THEY WILL JUST SEE A LONELY MARRIED MAN WALKING DOWN THE STREET IN HIS PURSUIT OF PUSSY.
I'll be available on your schedule. Just email me... When you email send me your address and what time you want me to come over. I'll bring chocolates THERE IS A TWO FOR ONE SALE AT RITE AID AND I STOCKED UP. I'll be watching my inbox waiting for you to email. If you need me NOW, just say so and I'll do my best to come over ASAP.
I'm snipped (vasectomy) I BET THAT WAS THE WIFE'S IDEA. Even though, condoms a must. Safe sex only. BASICALLY, I DON'T WANT MY WIFE TO DISCOVER WIERD GROWTHS ON MY MAN PARTS.
The times that work for me are 9am to 6pm during the week, BUT I AM SO HORNY THAT I WILL COME OVER TO PLOW THAT FIELD ANYTIME. I'LL JUST TELL THE WIFEY THAT MY FRIEND BROKE UP WITH HIS GF AND NEEDS ME.

Here is what I think..............

Married men these days are getting more demanding. And I know that these standards are getting met, because if people didn't respond to them, they would give up and just stick to masturbating alone. I wanna know who in their right mind responds to these men who don't even post pictures of themselves and willingly participates in an affair, when they could have single men all to themselves. How is it that these women respond to these ads without even knowing what awaits on the other end ?

You see my little furballs, married men these days are a new breed. They don't want just sex on the side. Oh no, they want the emotional connection, intelligent conversation AND they want you to be faithful to them. I wonder what they tell the other women............. "Don't worry babe, it doesn't actually mean anything when I have sex with my wife. I am going through the motions, but I am really thinking of you."

They want you to be their full on girlfriend without them committing. I also see a lot of ads where some married dude is looking for an "understanding" woman. But I can see why he expects it, because there are women that would do it.

Oh, and why do these dudes say it's their first time ever posting ? I guess they think being new meat is attractive.

It never ceases to amaze me. What amazes me is not only do these men ask for it, but that they actually sometimes get it !

I learned an interesting lesson in working in retail. "You never know until you ask." It's such a simple statement, but it is so true.

People will walk right up to you and brazenly request the darnest things. In retail, I was on both ends.

When I worked in car rental, my managers told us to set our own prices, instead of quoting prices off the national price list. Customers would call me, and when I would look up prices online the boss would come over, and cover up the screen and tell me to quote higher.

I never liked my area manager, and thought he was a total weasle/cocknozzle. Anyway, he told me that we are giving such excellent service, so we should simply "ask" our customers to pay more. We're simply quoting them $15/day extra over the normal rate. And sometimes our customers agreed (because they didn't know better, not because of our service). I really hated that part of my job. My manager Mr. Nanner Bannaner told us that we won't get a high rate until we start asking. He was right in a twisted way.

On the same note, customers would walk straight up to us and ask/demand things of us. Customers who we had no business renting to ( we knew they would probably steal the car) would demand a car.
- Customers who reserved the cheapest car demand a free upgrade into a luxury car.
-Customers would come in a half our after we closed and demand a ride home over 30 minutes away.
-And sometimes management would cave in.

On that note, when I worked in car rental, a married man asked me out, while his wife was outside. First of all, I was 24 at the time, and he was a middle aged man with a wife and kids, who just came back from Disneyland (I remembered why I don't have children after a trip to Disneyland). He was even wearing a Disneyland sweatshirt. I was like "Oh Hells no !" Just looking at him made me depressed. I told him his wife would not like that, but he assured me "oh don't worry, she doesn't mind". Haha yeah, I bet she wouldn't.

I then wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I instead politely told him I had a very jealous boyfriend that would never go for it.

Wanna know what his response was ?

Wait for it...................... "Well, you never know until you ask"