Evan was right...

So it´s my first Friday night in Spain. A bunch of us girls met up at the bridge to have our own little "botellón" (a drinking party on the street). Stacey and I brought the vodka, and Melissa and Katie had .57€ cartons of wine, haha. We drank and schmoozed for awhile, and discussed the night´s plan of action. We decided to hit up the bars on la calle Betiz which was extremely close to our current location. We finished the drinks and were off. A lot of the bars on Betiz cater to the foreign population, so most have English or American names. We went to a bar called Big Ben which was pretty crowded but chill and played really great music--a lot of classic rock and good 90´s alternative. We immediately stood out as Americans because the first song playing when we walked in was "Sweet Home Alabama" and we were singing along with it quite loudly. Upon arriving at Big Ben I was pretty good and drunk, so I ordered a CruzCampo (the beer served everywhere here). Stacey and I ended up talking to these two guys, one was American just out of the military and the other was a Brazilian basketball player. Yeah, random. The basketball player bought me another beer (so I spent 3€ on drinks that night!) which was nice, but I was very aware of my drunk status and took a polite sip and put it aside and forgot about it. Is that bitchy? Hehe, well, I wasn´t digging this guy too much anyways. Wow, that is bitchy. Oh, me. Stacey and I also started noticing all of our friends talking to random spanish guys all throughout the bar. Let me tell ya, it´s much, much easier to meet guys here because they just come right up to you and talk. They don´t hesitate one bit. It makes our job a little easier, ya know? ; ) So anyways, Katie, who has a boyfriend is flirting with one guy to my left, and Melissa is making out with this guy´s friend at the bar to my right, and it´s just craziness. The two of them ended up leaving with them which worried Stacey and me a bit...it turns out that they were just walking them out.
At around 2 or 3am I got a tap on my shoulder. A Spanish guy told me that his friend really wanted to talk to me, so I was just like, OK, where is this mystery person? He returned with his friend, a tall, handsome Spanish guy, followed by his friend who had long hair pulled back in a ponytail and headband. The first one was the friend that wanted to talk to me, and the other one talked to Stacey. The five of us chatted for awhile, but I was pretty much only talking with the one, who´s name is Marcos. He just turned 20 and is an architecture student at the University of Sevilla, as is his friend. He´s super nice, super chill, and a swimmer. Haha, thought I´d throw that one in there. No, but he´s a really good guy. And Stacey, despite her boyfriend status, was cliquing with his friend, Miguel. The third friend just kind of stood in the background like a third wheel. Aw. Around 4ish we decided that it was time to leave, and the guys offered to walk us home. Typically I´d say that we were fine on our own, but these are genuine people and we both got a good feeling from them, not a creepy "I want to get in your pants" feeling. So they walked us back, Stacey with Miguel, me with Marcos, and the other friend alone. Aw again. We got back safely, exchanged numbers, and made plans to hang out again. Well, Evan, you were right about the Spanish amante thing. And it didn´t take long...