3 mo in Slovakia

Three months in Slovakia, man. It’s been a trip, to say the least.

Living here as a Black guy from New York? It’s a constant pendulum. Some days, I’m walking down the street and people are dead-ass telling me to "go home." Or they start yelling at me about NATO like I’m the Secretary of Defense or something. I’m just here for work, trying to mind my business, but I guess when you stand out this much, you end up a target for whatever vibe they’re having that day. You learn real quick to just keep it pushing and not take it to heart.

But then, the energy shifts. The attention I get from women here? It’s different. I’m a big guy, and I know what I bring to the table—I definitely don’t have to worry about not being noticed. It’s been fun, and I’m not gonna front, the chemistry has been solid.

But I’m at a point where I’m over the one-night-stand thing. That’s just not where my head is at. At the same time, I’m not out here looking for a wife or some heavy, locked-down relationship. I’m just enjoying my time.

What I’m actually looking for is a genuine FWB situation—but heavy on the friend part. I want to be able to actually talk to you, grab a drink, and have a good laugh before things get physical. I want that natural flow where we actually like each other’s company, minus all the extra pressure or "where is this going" drama. Just two people being real, enjoying the moment, and keeping it simple.

It’s definitely been a learning experience, but if you know how to navigate the noise, it’s not a bad place to be.