Couchsurfing is not a dating website
I wasn’t exactly taking notes or plotting escape routes. It took me three or four days to feel comfortable with José. At one point he demanded of me in a very sudden and awkward way: “Let me love you! I was a traveler, not looking for a boyfriend or for love, maybe just a fling.
I tried to be polite, made conversation, but could barely keep my eyes open. I said to him that sleeping together would be a bad idea because we really weren’t at all on the same page. On the fourth night, he seduced me and I considered changing my mind.
The house was in the middle of nowhere, between two small villages. Couchsurfing with him was one of the most emotionally confusing situations I have ever experienced.
I had no sense of the direction we drove in since it was night time, and I had been on a bus for thirteen hours. He was clearly depressed about a lack of work, the economic situation in Spain, and also the lack of girlfriend.
Like Airbnb (click here to read about Airbnb on Senior Planet), Couchsurfing is a peer-to-peer accommodations site; it is set up to let potential hosts and guests connect with one another and organize stays.
But unlike Airbnb, which is all about rental, Couchsurfing is free. Don’t have a couch, spare room or air mattress to share?
What music should you listen to when about to commence writing about a personal account of rape? I have a dark sense of humour, but when I was about to make the long bus journey from Barcelona to Almeria, and I thought to myself : “Ok, this is my first couchsurfing experience; worst case scenario the guy rapes and murders me”, I didn’t think I would be half right. A number of my friends possibly believe that I put myself in more risky situations with men than a lot of other women do. He sent me an invitation on couchsurfing, which I accepted, somewhat ironically having turned down another invitation to go to Madrid (the destination I originally had in mind) to sleep in a “big bed” next to a random Italian I had never met before. I felt uncomfortable around José – this was my first impression. I got into his car and he drove us back to his family’s home.
I’m perhaps a little naïve, and like to believe that good people, and good men, do exist. Although, I was a little unsure of the category José fell under. But I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. After having lost his permanent job as a teacher, he was living back at home with his parents and a few brothers and sisters, all of whom spoke no English.
He examined every inch of my body, studying me like some kind of specimen.
I liked the feeling of being touched at the beginning.
I didn’t want to kiss him, but eventually I let him.
Couch Surfing is a website where you contact locals by requesting to stay at their house/apartment by crashing on their couches, floor or spare room for free.
It sure is an interesting way to accommodate you cheaply while traveling and as well get to know the place very well through a local’s point of view.