It's already friday, I'm not happy with how the week has gone so far on the island, so tonight has to change that. We've been there for 6 days and we have 4 groups of people to meet with tonight.

We head down to where all the bars are and begin the night. I have a bad feeling about the night but I also have this feeling of this is my last night here and this greater feeling of not giving a fuck than I usually feel when I'm at home. A cab drives by and the window rolls down, it's Marta and she remembers my name, tells me to come see her later at the bar. Okay good start. We head to the first bar, 2 out of 4 groups we are supposed to meet up with are here, the cougars are distant and not as fun as they were earlier.

A random HB6 Dutch chick isolates herself from her friends and is trying to prove something by asking if I'm 16, I'm having a smoke so I blow the smoke into her face and tell her I'm acually 12 everytime she says it. I give her what I thought was a playful push, she didn't take it that way and grabs onto my arm and threatens to punch me, I barely hold back my laughter.

We head down the street, go to the HB7's work from the night before, sit down, she comes by and I grab her hand, spin her around and pay her a compliment, have a couple drinks, she notices my tattoo and can't keep her hands off, she invites me back to her place to change. We grab a cab, she speaks okay english, but she's a local. We kiss in the cab and I'm almost expecting to get to her place and start shagging. Turns out she has a baby and has a babysitter at her place, damn. She changes and we head to a different bar, Nova. The rest of the night till 2 consists of mostly alot of kissing and touching, a bit of dancing.

My friend has a gay guy trying his hardest to get into his bed, we all grab a cab, drop off the gay fella, and get dropped off maybe half a km from our villa. My friend goes off walking to give me some privacy, end up getting a blowjob from a girl and f closing with another at a party he found. I of course ended the night with an f close as well. Woke up in the morning, walked her home and we caught our flight back to Houston.

Saturday night we meet up with the sisters from the week before at the same club. Immediately start where we left off the week before, escalating to the point where I can no longer escalate any longer, practically having sex on the dance floor, telling her I want to fuck her, something I've never told a girl straight up in a club before, again using that leaving and never coming back not giving a fuck power. But at the end of the night I end up alone in my bed, confused. She had company at her place, worked the next day at noon, and had to drive her sister home. But I had never been so certain of something, I guess you shouldn't count your chicken before they hatch. We were supposed to hangout before I left but it never worked out. Texting her she said she was unaware that I wanted to sex her up. Perhaps I pushed too far, she seemed to want more and more though. If anyone can shed some light on that, it would be greatly appreciated.

But I'm back home now, had a great time. Learned that I need to give less of a fuck at home than I do, obviously good things happen. If you made it this far you really deserve some sort of trophy or something. Thanks for reading

-Vec