by Adame

While my stripped colleagues travelled the world this summer, I decided to arrange my vacations in the colder months to enjoy the city heat – and the hot guys from abroad.

I don’t know what it is exactly, but there’s something about them. Not only do I have a very obvious dating-pattern but also a dating-guys-from-abroad-pattern: These are the guys I actually crush on. To be fair, they haven’t been too frequent. Two guys whom I’d call a ‘mini crush’, and then two others who I didn’t really crush on but actually had a connection with. Two of them were here for one semester and the others stayed for an even shorter period of time. I might have to add that I’ve never crushed on or felt a connection like that with any other guy. Okay, there was one. I was 14. He doesn’t count. But isn’t that weird? That the only four guys who wouldn’t stay in my area permanently were the ones I got a little more attached to?

Well, I thought about it. For someone like me with a commitment phobia the semester-fling is the perfect constitution. I can get a little attached without any fear of ever having to give away my freedom. Knowing that he’ll leave soon removes the pressure for me to look for other reasons why we wouldn’t work out. Plus, the guy himself won’t look for anything too serious either.

Another positive thing is that I find that these guys are more open-minded. I’d even go as far as to consider them friends (or at least guys with friendship potential). Being used to absolute idiots, it’s refreshing to talk to someone interesting for a change. And not only have I had better conversations with the semester flings, but the sex was better as well. And another awesome benefit: if you happen to ever visit his city he might have a couch to crash (or have reunion sex) on.

Okay, maybe I’ll be a little disappointed once he leaves, but give me a week and two other sexual partners and I’ll be more than fine. I’m not a girl to cry over anyone, especially once I feel like I’ve had a great time with the guy, which was always the case. I wouldn’t recommend this to people who get attached easily, though. It’s not a cakewalk for me, so anyone whose romance section in their heart is a little bigger (which probably is the case) would be devastated once he/she leaves. But for the freedom-seekers among us it is definitely worth the risk of maybe getting a little more emotionally involved.

So when I get back from my autumn vacation I hope to find a whole new batch of Erasmus students that need someone to show them the hotspot of the city, which of course, is my bed.

Dedicated to Billy, Almi, the 8-Times-Guy and, most of all, Adonis.