There I was, just one of many semi-naked females in a sea of cavemen, schoolgirls, doctors, and sparkly fairies.
"The verdict: Buster and Charlotte didn't really date — he just let her try on some very expensive shoes for the chance to be close to her feet.
There are even stickers on the bathroom doors with a group of dots and a strike-through (I'm guessing that means no orgies?
) I ran into all kinds of delightful, unsavory characters by walking around, like an Amazonian in red latex who handcuffed a man to a cage. In this situation, there’s no such thing as being an eager beaver (sorry, just had to).
But when you move to Berlin, you hear nada about how to get around the city's underbelly of public sex, and diverse turn-ons and orientations... No, everyone is more concerned with telling you where to get the good currywurst and that JFK wasn’t really going on about donuts.
So when I recently arrived at a German sex club (in Downtown Berlin, naturally), I had to figure things out for myself.