Boys, Boys, Boys!!

Well, I just got back from my trip to Europe, and boy, did I have a BLAST!! Going to Europe in and of itself was fun, but I had such a blast mostly because of my "students," - especially one of them named "Billybob" (not his real name). We had such a great time. Billybob and I didn't start hanging out a lot until Day 4 or 5 (out of a 10-day trip). He started telling me jokes as we were walking from tourist spot to tourist spot, and he had me laughing uproariously!! The thing is, some of his jokes were off-color or downright crass or raunchy, but they were still funny as hell! I sooooo should not have been laughing at him (I"m just encouraging him), but I couldn't help it. So, eventually we started having a debate about techno music and how it sucked (my opinion) vs. how great it is (his opinion). We would go back and forth about how you can or can't dance to it, etc. On Day 5 or 6, the entire group went to a discoteque, and he and I ended up on the stage, on the box, dancing to a song (no, it wasn't techno). This, while some poor Italian sap was trying to figure out how to put his information into my phone. Billybob is actually a pretty good dancer - I was pleasantly surprised.

Then, on the last night, I decided I wasn't going to sleep because we had to be up at 3am anyway to get to the airport by 4am. We all got back to the hotel at 11pm, and the other chaperones didn't say anything about going out, so I wasn't sure what the hell they were doing. But the kids (including Billybob) came to my room and told me they were going out to an Irish Pub. Keep in mind that the official drinking age in Europe is anywhere between 14 and 18, depending on the country. Many of these kids had parents who signed off on them being allowed to drink while on the trip. So, I went with them to the Irish Pub. It was a blast. We did Boom-Boom shots, and I had a screwdriver (vodka and orange juice). We had a nice little time at the bar - I ended up buying three of them drinks because they had run out of cash- and at some point it was time to go. Since the kids had told the other chaperones that they were going out for gellato (Italian ice cream), we decided to actually stop by the gellato place on the way back to the hotel. After gellato, I found myself with my arm around Billybob and his arm around me (along with another girl on the other side of him), and there we were - the three of us arm n arm - walking down the street back to the hotel. So, why oh why did we have to run into the other chaperones????? Ugh!!! I almost died. My big-mouth ass asks them, "So, are you going out to get some drink???" and then I said, "We went out for gellato, what are you talking about???" Then I told them that had I known that they would be going out, I would have gone with them. Oh well. They said something, but I don't know what, and then we were on our merry way again. I know they were thinking, "Did I just see what I think I saw? Billybob and Ms. Fukme arm in arm????" Oh no!!!

So we get back to the hotel, and we go up to the girls' room, but nothing much is happening there. I'm trying to get my crush's attention (this other boy named "Leroy" - not his real name-), so we can go make out, but he's oblivious, so Billybob suggests we go down to my room and hang out. So we do. Along with the other girl, whose name will remain unsaid. So the three of us are in my room, hanging out. Eventually Billybob suggests we "cuddle," which I agree to. So there I am, on my bed, cuddling with a 17 year-old who is supposed to be my "student." That was all we did - there was no kissing, no one's clothes came off, no one was feeling on anyone, etc. Just cuddling. It was fun. I know had I gone out with the adults, there would not have been any cuddling afterwards! So, I'm glad I went out with the kids - they're much more fun anyway. The adults were a bit of a drag!

So now the embarrasing part. I have to leave out a lot because everything can't fit onto this blog, but I have to write about this rather embarassing moment. This whole trip, I had a "crush" on one of my students - this 18 year-old boy named "Leroy," as mentioned above. Leroy and I, in the beginning of the trip, were getting to be buddy-buddy, but I knew I had the hots for him and I couldn't risk anything major happening (I would lose my job if anything sexual happened and people found out), so I pulled away. But I never stopped liking him. So, while Billybob and I were cuddling on the last day, confessions started coming out, and I mentioned that there was someone who I was attracted to. He begged me to tell him who it was, but I refused. Eventually, he got me to agree to tell him who it was at the airport the next day. And I did. Problem is, Billybob has a BIG mouth, and I'm not sure who all he told. If he only told Leroy, that's cool. But he probably shouted it from the rooftop, as they say, which means everyone knows, which is not what I wanted. Sigh...I'll probably never know, and I'm not happy about it. But what can I do? I will most likely never see these people again, so who the hell cares, anyway, huh? But Im still embarrassed.

Sigh...

OK, last thing: Ellen picked me up from the airport, and we went to Denny's afterwards. There I met this hot guy named Randall. He's very tall, very dark, and very handsome!! He lives in South Carolina, though. :-( He was here on business. We've been texting back and forth, though, and I hope something comes of it. He's 28 (much more age-appropriate), and he's an engineer! He will be back in Southern Cal in two weeks (San Diego), and the plan is for us to meet up, since I don't have to be back to school until 8/18. 8/18! Wow! Summer's not over yet, bub!!