the first time i walked into Barbounia, i was burnt out. I was really tired and drained from chatting to new yorkers the entire night, think i worked a double that day, not so sure.
I walked in with my lovely co worker who is oh so effortlessly gorgeous. That night, we talked about men over drinks, i showed her ridiculous messages i was getting from men, and she in turn told me about her boyfriend and greece, he’s from…
