The Spanish bird couldn't make it to the salsa in the end but wants to meet me another night. I should leave her alone really as she has a bf. She told me, AFTER I fucked her the last time.

As I was walking to the bar of the Spanish salsa venue the female instructor grabbed me by the hand and pulled me onto the dancefloor. I was mortified.

She is fit as fuck and was wearing white hot pants and I have two fucking left feet when it comes to any classical dancing, but how the hell could I say no?? She totally had to show me what to do. It was the longest five minutes of my life.

I seriously have to get lessons!!! It could be a handy skill to have. It's 95% women in the classes here too.

Later, a quite hot Polish girl that I've met a couple of times came over to talk to me and was pretty much climbing all over me. She was very impressed that I speak a tiny bit of Polish.

I had a dance with her (not salsa). When it comes to freestyle I can dance quite well. All the Italian guys were trying to dance up to her but she kept following me and we had a wee grind.

Then logistics got in the way. I had to give my Belgian couch-surfer a lift back to mine and when I came back to the bar again the Polish girl had gone home. I will see her around though. She seemed very keen!

I spent the rest of the night drinking with my mate and his three Polish couchsurfers. No closes so far, but I'd say it won't be long.