A dilettante, a rebel and an exceedingly talented wordsmith I am. A pornographer I am not. Yet despite all the flack that comes with running a popular travel sex website (hint: not the one you’re reading now), I still have absolutely no problems tackling the kind of questions that travellers, and people similar to me (young guys), coming to Spain, want to know about.
And despite being indisposed myself, as I’ve well pointed out, the question is still one that I’ve pondered:
What do Spanish women really think of us British men?
So aside from jumping on one of the next flights to Tenerife, knocking back the sangria and carpet bombing every “chica” in sight of course, how is this question expected to reach a satisfactory denouement? Basically it’s dead before we even start right? As generalisations never bode well in the public domain.
Still, that being said, that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun eh? And with this being My Spanish Adventure (and me being your hapless guide to life in Spain), we’re going to go right ahead and generalise anyway. Because life’s like that. You can’t stop the bad shit from happening.
Luckily for me though – and one of the perks of having the attention of several expats and travellers at my fingertips on Facebook – I don’t have to take centre stage on this one. I asked some people I know for their thoughts instead. Because vicarious living really is the best way to live after all 😉