I doubted my decision to visit Spain after I booked the flight. While a seemingly great country, how unique can my experience be in one of the most touristy countries in the world? I’ll visit some cathedrals, walk down ancient cobblestone streets, and party in random, overpriced clubs. I set my expectations so low that success was all but guaranteed.
I was reading the latest issue of Budget Traveler while waiting at the terminal in Dulles airport. I could swear this girl was giving me a look. She wore green Converse shoes with puffy white pants and a tight shirt. Her hair was long, wavy and wild, and she was doing Sudoku with thick, nerd glasses perched on her nose. Definitely young and definitely not American.
“Let me guess, you’re from France,” I said.
“No. I’m from Spain.”
She told me she’s 18 and about to start her freshman year at a college in Barcelona.
I say a lot of big words about wanting a young girl. I remember it starting as a joke but turning serious in the past year after my experiences drove me to the conclusion that women over 25 are generally not worth the trouble. But young American girls can often be more hassle. So what is the answer? Or rather, where is it? I’m not completely sure, but young, foreign girls who haven’t adopted our culture are very different from their American counterparts.
Clara was friendly but not too friendly, warm but not too warm. If she got off the plane before me or cleared through customs first she would wait for me. A girl who is not too focused playing the game and worrying if she is showing too much interest is, after all, what I want – a girl who lies in the optimal middle-ground between needy and coquette.
She has had just as many interesting life experiences as me, and had no problem conversing with someone almost ten years her senior. Her rich life experience showed in her lively personality. Her realistic view of the world displayed her knowledge. And her body language showed that she is comfortable being around an older man.
Not until an American girl hits the age of 24 or 25 does she start becoming sensual. Before that age she has very little clue how to act around a man, how to hook him, and how to arouse him. She knows how to play phone games, but she doesn’t know how to use personality and language in a game of seduction where real emotions become involved. And no wonder she needs advice on to get men to call her back. By the time she “gets it,” she has been used and abused too many times by guys such as myself to go into new relationships with honesty and openness. The fear of getting hurt simply ensures its occurrence.
I wanted Clara to join me in Barcelona. Scenes of movies popped in my head, where a lone traveler finds his beautiful soul mate and has to hold back manly tears when it’s time to say goodbye. This came after visions of hours of rough, steamy sex with this tanned, curvy Spaniard.
Or I could just exchange email addresses with her.
Clara would be the first of many girls where cruel logistics would stop things just short of where they could have gone. And she would be the only Spanish girl I’d get to know during the entire trip.