So that was that...

So that was that. So far my trip wasn’t going anywhere near what I had planned. I was able to purchase some sexual stimulants; but they didn’t help. I had no problem in re-finding the girl in the baseball cap (Sarah); unfortunately the ineffectualness of these stimulants made that reunion far less exciting than the last time we met. I had myself a short visit with the “good girl gone bad” that ended up going nowhere – just an opportunity for me to piss away some more money. And the icing on the cake of a wonderful evening was that I managed to get hustled out of €500 by a couple very mean prostitutes and apparently came very close to possibly getting my ass kicked by Benny’s pimp! I just need to go to bed and get this day behind me…

That’s exactly what I did – I headed back to the Dam Hotel, climbed a couple flights of mind-bogglingly steep stairs (not quite as steep as the staircase at the Pink Floyd Coffee Shop, but close … if you’re ever looking for dangerously steep stairs, Amsterdam is the place to go…), checked out what was showing on the television (nothing…) and went to sleep. I was out of money but now knew the location of several ATMs nearby – tomorrow I’ll see what I can do. Maybe the sleep will do me good…?

When I awoke my first mission was to stop by the ATM and get enough money for the day. I was planning on trying my luck once again in the red light district and then just basically picking up some more weed (I already had what was left of the weed I purchased on Saturday as well as a stick of hash) and some more shrooms to take back with me. I decided to take out €400 – €200 for the prostitute and the rest for whatever… This, I did. I then headed back to the red light district to see who might be at work on a rather early Sunday morning…

As I have mentioned in an earlier posting, the red light district just isn’t the same on a Sunday morning as it is on a Saturday night – although I suppose that’s pretty obvious to most… I have since learned that you can always find somebody working. Luckily for me, the one girl that I found was Lek. You see, Lek was nice. She was a cute little Asian girl and I like cute little Asian girls… The best part about it was that she wasn’t trying to play me for the fool that we all know I am. I offered her €200 and everything was cool. She didn’t try to up the price on me for various “extras” not included in the original purchase and we had ourselves a very nice time. She even gave me her phone number when I was leaving so that I could contact her the next time I’m in Amsterdam.

That’s just the way it is in these situations; picking a prostitute is always a roll of the dice. Sometimes you get lucky – Lek, Sarah, Bine – but more often than not you just get screwed (and not in a good way…). You have to be very careful and selective – don’t put too much emphasis on appearance. Well, you need to make sure that the woman is appealing to you; however going for the silicon filled airhead might seem like a neat adventure but (for me, at least) always ends up badly. I’ll take an average looking nice lady over the super-model bitch any day…

Okay, so Lek treated me very nicely and I finally got to get the release I had been attempting to get since 8:30 the night before. I then headed back to Conscious Dreams to pick up a few varieties of shrooms and over to Coffee Shop 36 to chill out for a few hours. Once again, I had a train leaving around 3:00pm (well, 2:54 this time … there was some construction work being done at one of the stations and the regular train schedules were skewed a bit…) and I had a few hours to kill. I killed these sitting at Coffee Shop 36 watching the boats come and go. I took a few videos there and posted these up on my myspace page – nothing much, just a few shots of the boats and a shot inside the coffee shop… It was a nice way to relax and get the crap that happened the night before out of my thoughts – why dwell on it? I was stupid … time to get on with life…

After staying there for a few hours I needed to leave and head over to Centraal Station to catch a train. Jon and Veronica (Jon’s new squeeze) where taking the same train back and, although I was getting no response from them on my SMS attempts, I figured that I could maybe meet up with them at the station. I therefore left Coffee Shop 36 and headed toward Centraal Station.

Upon arriving at the station I quickly noticed that the train I was looking to catch (the IC 145) was not displayed on the boards yet – it was still a bit early. I decided to head over to platform 11A, took a seat on a bench outside of the actual station, ate half a box of one of the varieties of shrooms that I had and waited for the train. Luckily I was smart enough to double-check the board later and discovered that the IC 145 was leaving from a different platform this time (13, I think…). I then moved to the correct platform and was easily able to catch the train.

Upon boarding the train I met up with Jon and Veronica (never met Veronica before – seems like a nice enough girl…) and basically had an uneventful trip back to Germany. It was, in fact, quite a bit more uneventful than I was planning – the shrooms had no effect. I even ate the rest of the box on the train but nothing ever happened. Must have been a bad batch or something … either that or I’m actually building up a resistance to shrooms – now that I doubt…

Although this trip ended up being pretty bad overall, I do believe that I learned a few lessons. First, and foremost, I learned that this little battle that I am currently having with my ED issue is a dangerous thing. I learned that I need to accept the failures and just move on rather than putting myself in bad situations in an attempt to redeem myself – this is most definitely not the shape you want to be in whilst having to deal with prostitutes…

I believe I may have discovered the cause for my current ED problem – well, causes … I think there are a number. I mainly have this problem after a discrepancy arises between what I have actually purchased and what I “thought” I had purchased. I suppose I am going to have to improve my selection methodology to avoid this in the future… I think, however, that what I really need to do now is stop. Yeah, I know that I have a trip to Zürich coming up next weekend to visit with Surunna; however I think I should probably lay off the sex for a while before that. Maybe I just need to rest…?

bis später,

Coriolis

Whores...

So what do I do next? I go for a walk… I just finished my visit with Sarah (unsuccessful) and was a bit peeved over wasting €50 on the Libido pills that were completely useless. I figured I needed to walk this one off…

The thing is, I was in Amsterdam’s Red Light District – everywhere I walked there were prostitutes. I was very upset with not being able to complete the deal with Sarah and was basically walking it off through a plethora of “attainable” women – you just needed to give them a bit of cash. I’ll tell you right now that this is most definitely not the place that I needed to be “walking off” my failure. It was just a matter of time before I decided to try again – maybe I needed variety? While walking down an alley, I got a glimpse of this lady with what looked like reading glasses on – the librarian type otherwise known as the “good girl gone bad”. What the heck, I’ll give that a try.

** WARNING ** WARNING **
Okay, so I probably don’t need to say much; however I’m writing another post about Amsterdam’s Red Light District and I want to make sure that you, the reader, know what you are getting yourself into. If you’re under 18, please stop reading here. I’m sure you can find some interesting stuff over at Mtv.com or Disney.com but you really shouldn’t be reading this. Also, even if you are of age but have issues with sexuality please stop reading as well. I’m not planning on being too descriptive here, but you really never know what I’m stupid enough to type at times… You’ve been warned…

So I do a quick U-turn and head back to the woman that was wearing the glasses, enter her foyer and offer her €100 for a bit of fun. She invites me back to her room (the room that she “performed” in was actually down the hallway a bit from where she was attracting customers – this is a common thing…) and I start following her down the hall. It is now that I actually get my first real look at this woman and must admit that I was a bit disappointed. To sum it up in one well-known phrase, all I can say is “baby got back”. Now don’t get me wrong here, I realize that there are many men out there that are into the women with larger than average behinds – usually I’m not one of them. At this point in time, I really didn’t care. I was going to roll the dice and see what came up…

The answer to that was nothing. I didn’t even bother wasting too much of this lady’s time and decided that the €100 was just one more loss. I mean come on … there’s got to be something that I can do… I know, I’ll head back out and give it another go with one of the silicon filled boy-toys that are around here – there are plenty to choose from. I usually steer clear of this variety (they’re not the nicest people and they always have a bloated sense of superiority just because of the way they look – I’m not a fan of this…) but am trying to figure out what might work. I’m carrying €250 and I hide €150 behind my credit cards in my wallet and plan to use the remaining €100 to perhaps buy a half hour with one of the “beautiful people”. I see this blonde bombshell dressed up in a police uniform turned bikini and decide to stop and have a visit…

Her name was Benny. I’m telling you this just in case any of you readers are planning on heading to Amsterdam soon. If you go and meet up with a blonde bombshell (perhaps wearing a police uniform turned bikini) that tells you her name is Benny, leave as quickly as you can! Wait, I take that back … tell her Glen said “hi”, punch her square in the nose and then get the hell out of there! This bitch is mean! Here’s what this fucking whore decided to do to me:

I do the nice guy play and offer her €100 (the standard starting offer is €50, but I’ve discovered that the €50 doesn’t buy a guy much respect and usually leads to trouble ahead…) and she leads me back to her room. This is where the “routine” gets started. She begins, right away, telling me that we could have a lot more fun if I paid her €150 more. Interestingly enough, that was exactly how much I hid away in my wallet. Now remember, my night is not going very well and I’m very desperate to change that. I actually agree to the €250 price and give Benny the €150 that I hid in my wallet. You see, this is one of the reasons I stay clear of women like this – they know exactly how to take advantage of chumps like myself. I knew this, but I wasn’t thinking clearly – it’s amazing how much influence bad sexual experiences have on my logical skills…

So I’m in for €250. This should be enough for Benny. Okay, let’s get started… But wait, Benny then starts going on about how she wants to invite her “girlfriend” over and the three of us could have some fun. She starts telling me that for €500 (€250 more) I could have a real god time with the two of them. The thing is that I must be the dumbest man on the face of the Earth. I’ve done this ménage before – 3 or 4 times actually – and it’s always a bad idea. The current situation turns into this thing where Benny starts acting like she really wants her “friend” to be there and if I refuse that I wasn’t going to be having much fun. Oh well, maybe it’ll be better if the women involved actually wanted to be having sex with each other – that could be interesting… I reluctantly agree to head out to an ATM, get another €250 and return back for the fun.

As I’m getting dressed to head out again, the price suddenly shoots up and Benny starts telling me that I need to get €500 from the ATM! Fuck that!! I start removing my clothes again and tell Benny that there is no way in hell I’m getting another €500 and she quickly changes her story back to what we had agreed earlier. Apparently if I get the €250 it will be sufficient. I’m not feeling the least bit good about this, but I’m stupid enough to head out and get the required €250.

Oh yeah, and one more thing – you may already be aware of my admiration for pussy… This was also discussed with Benny before I was stupid enough to agree to get more money. What she told me was that, if I got the €250 more, there would be no issue. I would be able to do “whatever I desired” with both of the women. For some stupid reason, I believed her…

I returned back to Benny’s window with the additional €250 and am immediately invited in. After handing the money over, Benny calls across the alley and invites her friend over. The three of us then head back to Benny’s little room. Okay, let’s get this party started!

These two actually were friends. The reason I say this is because the next treat that I am presented with is the wonderful chance to lie naked on a bed between the two of them as they sat there and gossiped about a bunch of bullshit. This was when I started realizing that these were a couple of mean women. I mean yeah, that’s great, people often gossip at work; but I had just paid €500! Gossip on your own time – I paid for this time – do your job! It appeared as the gossip session was over when the friend began to lean over me. Right there in front of my face were two very well formed (and most likely rather expensive…) breasts. I leaned forward to kiss these newly met friends and get them pulled away with a firm notification that I’m not allowed to do that. WHAT?! What the hell did I just pay €500 for?! Not only that, but Benny had already promised me that I would be able to “kiss” much more than the breasts!

Well, that was it. I then called Benny a liar and laid there dejected as any erection that I was able to attain quickly vanished. I was then forced to lie there and get preached to by a couple of prostitutes! Get this! They were telling me that this was all my fault and how if I would have just laid there passively that everything would have gone smoothly. No shit everything would have gone smoothly – I just wouldn’t have had any fun. The whole reason that I was stupid enough t pay the €500 was to have some fun! The conversation got a bit heated and I actually demanded my money back (yeah, right, like that’s going to happen…). They refused to give me any money back and we were all aware that nothing was going to happen now – I was pissed!

Benny then suggested that I head out, take a walk and maybe smoke some weed. She was saying that I could return when I settled down a bit and they would pick up from where we left off – without me getting what was promised, of course… What could I do? It sounded like the only way I was going to get anything for the €500 I had already spent so I agreed. I headed over to the Stone’s Café and ordered a Coke. I sat there, smoked a couple bowls and drank my Coke. While doing this I came to the conclusion that I was just going to have to “suck it up” and play by these bitch’s rules – whatever … I could do that. I headed back to Benny’s window…

She was there. She had her little boom-box playing some shitty music and she was once again standing in her window luring in other unsuspecting chumps. I walked up to the window expecting to get let in. Unfortunately though, she never opened the door. Instead she just looked at me and grinned. She then reached over and turned the shitty music up a bit louder, staring at me and basically laughing the whole time. The only thing she said to me was “You’re too rough!” I’m too rough?! You have got to be kidding me! She wasn’t going to let me in!! FUCK!!!

She then got out her cell phone and started calling somebody (her pimp, I would assume). It was then that I decided to head down the alley a bit more and try to get my thoughts together. Well, it looks to me like I was just ripped off by a couple prostitutes for some €500! I stayed down the alley for a few minutes then headed back to Benny’s window…

I slowly walked by and loudly said to her, “You are a mean woman!” She quickly got on her phone and I just slowly continued to walk away. As I was walking away and blending into the large crowd, I distinctly heard a male voice behind me say, “Which one is he?” The response to this was a female voice (perhaps Benny) saying, “Dark coat and red T-shirt!” Funny thing is that I was wearing a black leather jacket and a red T-shirt… Luckily, however, my back was to them and my shirt was out of view. I heard a couple guys behind me getting stopped by the owner of the male voice that I heard earlier and a couple more iterations of the “Which one is he?” question as I continued to slowly walk away with the crowd.

What the fuck is that all about?! I mean, come on, I paid €500 and got nothing. Why does this suddenly put me into a situation where I’m apparently being hunted down by a pimp? I didn’t do anything wrong! I’ll tell you this though – I’m not going to feel nearly as sorry for the next whore that gets beaten up by a customer. I’ll bet she most likely deserved it…

bis später,

Coriolis

The Girl in the Baseball Cap

I went on my third trip to Amsterdam over the last weekend. It was the same deal as the last two trips – leave Braunschweig at 9:51am on Saturday and return back to Braunschweig somewhere between 8:00 – 9:00pm the next day … one more night in Amsterdam.

It’s funny how when you think that you’ve got “it” all figured out and you’ve come up with a rather detailed plan of how things are going to go that “it” usually ends up being something completely different… That describes the last weekend I had in Amsterdam pretty well. I was actually thinking that this trip would be pretty simple and that it wouldn’t even be interesting enough to actually write up in my blog. I was wrong … so very wrong…

Okay, so here was my plan: I was thinking that I would head on over to Amsterdam (skipping the trip to Paris the weekend before was a good move and I was able to get myself a bit more rested) and visit, once again, with the girl in the baseball cap. (By the way, her name is Sarah…) That was pretty much my entire agenda. I figured I’d fill in the rest of the 24 hours or so with a bit of sleep and a lot of hanging out in the coffee shops. It was simple and – comparative to my last couple trips – inexpensive. I also planned on trying to do something about this little issue I’ve been having with ED lately and, since the generic Viagra that I ordered online hasn’t arrived yet, decided to check out one of the ‘smart shops’ in Amsterdam. These places sold various sexual stimulants (I think it’s mostly herbal stuff and I was a bit skeptical on how well anything would work) so I figured I was game to try. That was the plan…

When I arrived at Amsterdam Centraal Station I started putting the plan into motion. The first thing I needed to do was to check into my room at the Dam Hotel. I knew where this hotel was located as I had seen it many times on my past couple of trips. The thing that I didn’t know was that this hotel was a bit strange. For one thing, there is absolutely no lobby for this hotel – none. There’s a restaurant at the bottom of the hotel and a money exchange window next to the restaurant. There is no door that is clearly marked as the entrance to this hotel! I was baffled … how the hell does one check-in to this hotel? I decided to ask a waiter working in the restaurant and was told that I checked in at the money exchange window and then either took the stairs up from behind there or the ‘lift’ that was located in the back of this restaurant. Oh, okay … I then waited in the line at the money exchanging window to check in…

After waiting what seemed like an unusually long amount of time for the guy in front of me to exchange whatever version of money he was carrying for Euros, I then asked to check-in to my room. I gave them the printout of my reservation as well as my American Express card to pay the €65. The card was rejected. I then passed them my Chase Mastercard but that card was also rejected. The third card I unsuccessfully tried was my Wells Fargo Visa Debit Card – rejected. Hmm, it’s only €65 – what’s going on? I’m still not sure why I’m having this issue with my credit cards – perhaps it’s all related back to my Athens trip – although I had some money on me and was forced to use €65 of it to pay for my room. I left the window, walked through the restaurant and took the ‘lift’ (very small lift, by the way…) up to my room. I dropped off the computer case I had (no computer, it’s just an easy way to carry the change of clothing and essentials needed for a one night stay) and headed on out. I was heading to the Art and Smart Shop that I discovered on my last trip. It was close by and I figured that they might have some sexual stimulants…

I walked into the shop and asked the nice young lady behind the counter whether they carried anything close to Viagra there. I was actually sold these pills that were called “Libido” – 10 pills, €50. Along with the Libido pills I also picked up a box of Mexicana shrooms and a cheap (€5) pipe. I then returned back to my hotel room. I think it was somewhere around 3:45pm…

In the room I read the instructions for the Libido pills and it said that you are supposed to take one or two at least an hour before the ‘action’. It also said that these pills should not be taken by people with high blood pressure. Unfortunately, I am one of those people. I was actually taking Lisinopril on a regular basis prior to moving out to Germany. The thing is that I was not able to successfully schedule an appointment with my regular doctor before flying over here so the prescription I had ran out just prior to my trip. Oh well, my blood pressure wasn’t exceptionally high and I have been doing a lot of walking over here in Europe. Heck, I’ve apparently been losing some weight as I have recently been having an issue with keeping my pants up while I’ve been walking. I’m wearing my belt at its tightest notch and the pants still want to continuously creep ever lower and lower… I’m thinking that my blood pressure may have lowered a bit since I’ve been over here but who really knows if that’s true…? It really didn’t matter though as I was going to at least try out these damn pills…

However it was quite early. I figured I’d take a couple pills with me and head on over to where Sarah (the girl in the baseball cap) was found a month ago. If she was there I would set up a time (at least one hour away) and come back to be with her. That was my plan and it never even occurred to me that she might not be there…

So I stock up on a couple pills, leave the shrooms in my room and grab the cheap pipe before heading out. It was time to find the girl in the baseball cap. Walking to the room that I found her in the month before was actually very easy. Amazingly enough I had no problem remembering where she was. I was a bit dismayed when I arrived there to find a different girl in the room. Oh no, where’s the girl in the baseball cap?

Oh well, I figured I’d ask the girl that was currently in the room – I didn’t have any recollection of ever meeting her before, but I suppose it’s possible that she was the girl in the baseball cap considering I was actually on shrooms the last time I met her. But she was a blonde and I was pretty darn certain that the girl in the baseball cap was a brunette. Could I possibly have been that screwed up last time? Well, let’s find out…

So I walk over to the room to have a chat with this blonde girl. She opens the door and asks me to come in. I then asked her if she was the girl that I met last month and mentioned that the girl that I am speaking of was wearing a white baseball cap. She suspected that I was speaking of the girl that’s in that room on the night shift. Right! I mean, what was I thinking? It was pretty late last month when I met the girl in the baseball cap so why was I expecting her to be there at about 4:00pm? Those would be some pretty rough hours to work… I then asked the blonde girl what time the other girl started and was told 8:00pm. Okay, now this is making sense. Not only that but it also gave me a plan. After thanking the cute blonde for the information and giving her a goodbye kiss on the check, I decided that I would head on over to a coffee house and waste away some time. At 7:00 I would then take one of the Libido pills and head back to visit with the girl in the baseball cap.

Oh yeah, Jon was also in Amsterdam over the weekend. He and his new squeeze, Veronica had arrived on Friday and where scheduled to be taking the same train as me back on Sunday. I sent a couple SMS messages to him on my arrival but had not received any reply. This really has nothing to do with the story but I just thought I would mention it. I was actually planning on perhaps meeting up with them and we could all hang out at a coffee shop, but this never happened. Now that I had four hours to kill, I once again attempted to contact Jon but once again received no response. Oh well, that’s cool … I can always hang out at a coffee shop by myself – you can usually meet some interesting people there…

After leaving the cute little blonde, I then started heading back toward a couple coffee shops that I knew of that usually seemed like decent places to hang out. I would first walk past the Stone’s Café (there are actually several Stone’s Cafés in Amsterdam, the one I’m talking about is actually located on this corner up near Coffee Shop 36) and then head on up to Coffee Shop 36 if it was too crowded. I actually stopped off at The Bull Dog (claims to be the original Amsterdam coffee shop) on the way and purchased myself some hash and weed. I didn’t stay there and opted to take my purchases with me up to Coffee Shop 36 (the Stone’s Café was a bit crowded). I took a seat by the windows and lit up a bowl…

I met a real nice couple there – John and Daniela. John was from England and Daniela was from Chili. They apparently met on some match making site on the Internet. I’m not sure how long they had been together, but they seemed to be getting along rather well. Maybe I should join one of these sites – it’s got to have a higher probability of success compared to what I have been doing… I don’t know though – it just seems to me that computer dating services are ‘cheating’. I’ve always been told that meeting the girl of your dreams always happens when least expected. To me, that seems to be a bunch of crap because I haven’t been expecting to meet her for quite a few years now and so far my expectations have been solid…

After a while John and Daniela left and slowly enough 7:00 arrived. This was when I took the first Libido pill and started looking forward to the trip back to the girl in the baseball cap. It was close to 7:20 when I headed out…

The walk back was much quicker than I expected and it was somewhere around 7:30 when I, once again, arrived back at the location where I had met the girl in the baseball cap the month before. The curtains of the target window were closed and it appeared like nobody was even there (there was no light inside). It was here that I heard some guy say, “He knows what he wants. Come back in 20 minutes.” Was he talking to me? Perhaps this was the girl in the baseball cap’s pimp? Whoever he was, he seemed to have decent advice and I was actually planning on following it…

Now this was interesting… As I was basically hanging around there waiting for the girl in the baseball cap to arrive, I noticed that I was not the only guy doing this. Apparently many of these girls have a few fans that know their schedules and show up early in an effort to be the first customer of the night. There weren’t many, maybe three or four; however I now realized that I was apparently a member of this crowd. Now there’s a club that I’m not very happy about being a member of…

The thing is that there was at least one other guy that might have been waiting for the girl in the baseball cap. He was basically hanging out near her window and trying to appear like he wasn’t – you know, he would take several short walks but always return… I decided to not even attempt to play it off like I wasn’t waiting and stood directly across from Sarah’s window and looked directly at it. Pretty much anybody and everybody knew why I was there. At about 10 to 8:00, Sarah (the girl in the baseball cap) arrived – sans cap this time. Unfortunately she arrived with this older guy (looked to be in his 40’s or 50’s) and headed straight into her room. Oh well, I guess my efforts still didn’t guarantee me first rounds, but I sure as hell tried… I decided to take the second Libido pill at this time and remained there – standing in front of Sarah’s window … I figured this guy wouldn’t take too long…

I was probably standing there for about 20 minutes or so when Sarah popped her head out between the two curtains and saw me standing across the narrow alley staring at her window. She smiled at me, waved and gave me the universal hand gesture of the number two (you know, hand raised with the index and middle finger extended). I guess I was to be the second customer. That’s cool, she seemed to actually be happy to see me – of course at this time I didn’t even know if she remembered me but the smile and wave seemed to be good signs…

Another 20 minutes or so and customer #1 was done. I saw him leave the room which was shortly followed by Sarah standing in her doorway and signaling for me to come in. I headed across the alley and entered the room with Sarah.

She actually did remember me from the month before. That was cool… I figured that this might be a nice time – I had taken two of the anti-ED pills and Sarah even remembered who I was. What could go wrong now…?

*** WARNING *** WARNING *** Okay, so here we are again. I need to warn you that this post will most definitely contain material not suited for non-adults as well as adults that can’t handle sexual conversations. If you are either of those, please stop reading now.

This time I give Sarah €150. If you remember, I gave her €100 (with a €10 tip afterwards) a month ago and she responded enthusiastically to the fact that I wasn’t trying to low-ball (no pun intended) her. I enjoyed myself last time and had no problem giving her a bit more on this trip. The way I figure it, if someone is deserving of a bit more than I’m more than happy to pay it. That was it, the money was done with and it was time to have a little fun. I’m sorry to say that that was exactly what we had – a “little” fun…

You see, I’m now pretty sure that all of my ED issues are purely in my head – the one on my shoulders… I guess that I just over analyze the situation which ends up being a very bad habit as the energy I am apparently wasting while thinking about what I am doing is draining the energy required to actually do what I am doing. Either that or the incredibly easy access to porn on the Internet has actually made me immune to standard sexual stimuli. Yeah, I’ll bet you it’s the latter of those two… Either way it was a bit over an hour after we started that Sarah started to get frustrated. I could tell that she had a bit of an issue in doing it, but she needed to ask me to leave – unfulfilled. I understood; after all this was her job. She actually let me stay there and try for 20 minutes longer than I had paid (I guess the standard pricing is €50 for 15 minute blocks – I pretty much knew this but you’re never going to see it written down anywhere…) and whether I would ever cum was basically an unanswerable question. My time with Sarah – the girl in the baseball cap – a meeting that I had been looking forward to for a month – ended with frustration. What the hell is wrong with me!?

I just don’t get it. I like Sarah. She’s a very nice person and she’s beautiful to boot. Here I am, though, a worthless slab of meat that is trying to pass himself off as a man; but I’m not a man. No, as far as women are concerned, I’m as useless as they come; and the sad fact of the matter is that they are right. What good am I if I can’t even perform with a real woman? It’s fucking pathetic (pun completely intended…).

The worst part about all this is that Sarah seemed to get upset about this. You remember how I was asking why the prostitutes were getting upset when I was unable to perform, right? Well, I think I’ve figured that out. You see Sarah told me that I was unique – unique in a bad way though… She said that I was the only (I need to emphasize that a bit – the ONLY) guy that she ever met that wasn’t able to cum – and she’s a prostitute! What’s that say about me? I’ll tell you what that says – it says that I need to figure out what’s wrong with me and soon … I’ve got a date in a couple of weeks down in Zürich where I better damn well perform! I think I’m going to have to lay off the sex for a bit. Maybe my problem has something to do with the fact that I’m having too much sex. I don’t know … why do I have such an insatiable sex drive if I can’t even perform? Life sure can be cruel at times…

Anyway, that’s how it ended with Sarah – we stopped having fun (well, I actually doubt either of us was having too much fun at that time), got dressed and I then left apologizing to Sarah and assuring her that my stupid problem in no way should be seen as an insult to her. Something tells me that I might not be greeted with a smile and a wave next time…

So there I was at about 9:30pm. The main reason I made this trip ended up being a disaster and I was feeling like a complete failure. It was Amsterdam though and I am a complete dumb ass. I was going to vindicate myself! There are plenty other girls available and I was determined to “be a man”. What I ended up being was most definitely not a man although you are going to have to wait for the rest of this story. I’ll post it shortly, but I’m done writing for the day.

bis später,

Coriolis

Athens - Days 3&4

So that’s basically the only thing I had planned to do on my Sunday in Athens – find out what happened with Anna… After realizing that I wasn’t really gonna get any quality sleep, I decided to get my butt up, do the morning ritual of making myself presentable and head on out for a bit of a walk to waste away the hours… I had absolutely no idea what time Pub Love opened or whether or not Anna would even be there – I was pretty much relying on hope.

I did an awful lot of walking that day. I was heading nowhere and accomplishing nothing; however time was passing. This was good as this was all I was trying to accomplish. I figured that the pub (okay, so it’s not really a pub, per say, but that’s what I’m gonna call it…) would probably open around 5ish or so. I walked by it earlier and saw that it was actually closed. There was, however, no posting of the hours anywhere; so I just needed to try again later…

I do believe that it was slightly after 5:00 pm when I returned back to Pub Love and saw that it was open. I headed on inside…

Anna was there! She immediately came over to me and said that she was very sorry about not making it to my hotel last night. Call me a ‘sucker’, but I believed her. She said that she attempted to call me (3 times) on my mobile but that she was not able to get through. This was true. I tried calling my mobile number from the hotel earlier in the morning and got a recording (in German, of course) apparently saying that the number could not be reached. I’m assuming it is because I had no money on my phone and I was in Athens. What this means is that I was ‘roaming’ and was unable to accept incoming calls freely – remember what I said earlier? If you’re taking a trip to a foreign country, make sure you load up your mobile before leaving… She could have sent me an SMS – I was able to receive those – but she was claiming to have been way too drunk to pull that off.

According to Anna, she had a customer after I left the night before that bought her a lot of drinks. From her account, she was as bad as I was on Friday night. Was it a lie? I don’t know… All I knew was that I really liked this girl. I guess I was willing to believe anything.

That’s one of the large problems I have that makes me so easily screwed here in Europe. I guess I’m just a bit too willing to believe what people are telling me. The thing is with Anna, it just all seemed so real. You know what I’m talking about – those vibes that are in the air when you meet someone special. They were there – and they were strong. I do realize that this woman was basically doing her job and that her job was to be friendly enough with me to extract the maximum amount of money; but there seemed to be something more going on…

Anna and I then returned back to the couch that we spent so much time on the evening before. I needed to buy her drinks in order to keep her there and talk to her, but this wasn’t the least bit surprising to me. She was at work, after all… I didn’t want to get her in trouble. I decided that buying the bottles was stupid for €190. You could also just buy glasses of champagne for €30. The way I figured it was that there was far less than 6.33 glasses in the bottle so buying the drinks by the glass at least made some monetary sense… Either way I still spent €420 talking (as well as making out a bit…) with Anna that afternoon. It was fun – I honestly felt like there was a connection…

The thing is that I had pretty much no sleep from the night before and I made Anna aware of this. I couldn’t stay there long as I had been spending way too much money already in Athens and I really did need to get some sleep. We sat there talking and flirting a bit and we then planned for Anna to, once again, head to my hotel at 3:00 again when she got off work. Interestingly enough, one of the topics that we talked about was the short little trip that I took to the strip club on my way home the night before. Anna actually knew about this! How? I have no idea. I guess the little network they have set up there is pretty tight. I told her exactly what happened – that I was trying to get back to the hotel and this taxi driver took me to this strip club. I told her how all I did there was drink the free beer they gave me and then left. It seemed a bit strange justifying my actions with the woman that never showed up last night but strangeness seemed to be all around me recently…

This time, however, Anna gave me her mobile number. Not only that, but I was also given the task of picking up some condoms and a bottle of champagne on my way back to the hotel. It appeared pretty obvious that Anna was actually coming by this time…

It was a bit before 9:00 when I left Pub Love and walked back to the hotel. On the way back I picked up some condoms (15, to be exact … there were 5 varieties to choose from and I figured it would be best to be ready…) and two bottles of champagne (at €8 a pop – these pubs were making a killing at the prices they charged..). I set my phone to wake me at 2:00 and got some sleep…

My phone alarm went off at 2:00 and I got up and took a shower. I tidied up the room a bit and even moved the two beds (the room actually had two twin beds in it – each on an opposite wall) together. At 3:00, I headed out to the hotel lobby to grab the champagne bottles that I had left chilling in the refrigerator behind the bar. Upon entering the lobby I woke the night attendant (the same guy from the night before) who was taking a nap on one of the couches. I grabbed my two bottles and a couple of champagne glasses, dropped these off in my room and headed back to the lobby to await Anna’s arrival. I was in a very good mood…

The receptionist, however, seemed very tired this evening. He didn’t talk much and I kind of felt bad sitting there and keeping him awake. Oh well, I sat in the lobby watching something Greek on the television and waited.

It was around 3:30 when I decided to head back to my room and give Anna a call. I wanted to make sure everything was still on. Unfortunately, all I got was the answering service. Oh well, no big deal. I left a message urging Anna to hurry up and told her that I was waiting in the lobby.

Around 3:45 or so, I headed back to my room and tried to contact Anna again. Same result – the answering service. I left a message this time asking whether or not she was coming. My good mood was going sour rather quickly.

At 4:00 I gave up. This was when I took on the title of “chump” and headed back to my room for what I knew would be another restless night. The receptionist knew what was going on and he even mentioned that if I had offered her some money that she might have showed. He seemed to have some pity on me and even told me that “We’ve all been there.” I personally doubt that, but I know what he meant. I headed back to my room and made one more phone call…

The last message I left was basically me congratulating Anna on a job well done. I told her that I was a chump and that I actually did believe that she was interested in me. The last thing I said was, “You are a mean person.” I then hung up the phone, drank a couple glasses of the champagne and went to bed. I felt like I had just been kicked in the gut – but what could I do? I had until 7:00 pm that day to figure this out – my flight back to Berlin was scheduled for 9:30.

After yet another pretty much sleepless night, I headed out again and did quite a bit of walking. I stopped off at this café and got some food. I stayed there for a couple hours taking notes about what was going on. The notes didn’t help, but it was a way to pass some time. There were a couple ladies that sat down at the table next to mine – Jill and Mary Beth. Turns out that they were actually in the middle of (and this was their own words) a mid-life crisis trip of Europe. Where were they from? Colorado Springs! It’s funny how life works… I spoke with them briefly, but they said they didn’t want to interrupt the novel I was writing. I then told them that I was just jotting down some notes for this blog that I am writing and even gave them the URL. I did suggest for them to head the warnings… Will they ever even bother to read any of this? Who knows … although I doubt it…

Anyway, it was around 3:00 pm when I decided to take a seat at this small café about a block away from Pub Love, ordered myself a Sprite and began my stakeout. I was determined to find out what the hell was going on with Anna. At about a quarter to 4:00, Pub Love once again opened for business. I sat there watching but never saw Anna head in. It was about 4:15 when I decided to head in and see what I could find out…

Anna was not there. Well, there was an ‘Anna’ there, but a different one – a 20 year old Russian. She was working with this other girl whose name I forget – might have been Samantha, so that’s what I’m gonna call her… I inquired with Samantha on whether or not Anna (my Anna) was expected to be arriving soon. She told me something like Anna was sick and probably wouldn’t be in that day. Of course it wasn’t long before we moved to the couch in the back and these two continuously badgered me to buy them drinks. The bartender there most definitely knew me and gave me a free beer. He even gave me a special price on drinks for the ladies – I could buy glasses of champagne for €20 instead of the €30 usually charged. Oh boy! A 33% discount! I ended up buying the ladies one glass each just to shut them up. I wasn’t trying to hook up with anybody this day; I was trying to find out what happened with Anna. It was strange though as the girls seemed to be having a bit of difficulty in telling me what had happened to her. At one point I was told that she might be in later. I was then told that she was sick and wasn’t coming in. I was also told that she had gotten drunk and was now “seeing vodka in her dreams”. Whatever the case, I had nowhere else to be so I stayed in the pub. After the two ladies finished their one drink, I was asked to move to the bar. That was fine with me – that’s where I was planning on staying from the beginning…

It was interesting sitting there nursing the free beer I got (as well as the Ouzo that the new Anna bought me) and just watching the routine there in that pub. A group of guys would enter and take a seat. Anna and Samantha would rush over and sit next to them. If the guys bought drinks for the ladies, they would stay a bit longer. If no drinks were bought, the ladies would leave. I guess the male libido is just ripe for the picking and these Greeks have figured out how to reap in the benefits…

As I was sitting there and basically just wasting time before I needed to be at the airport (oh yeah, that bus stop that I mentioned earlier was only like two blocks from this pub … I knew where I could catch the X95 bus back to the airport…) I received an SMS message on my mobile. It was Anna. This is exactly what it said:

SORRY BABY. I COUDNT COME LAST NIGHT. I WAS IN POLIS STAISON THEY LET ME GO AFTERNOON. I FIGHT WITH SOMEBODY! I THINK ABOUT U ALL THE TIME. U ARE VERY SWEET

Well, that was interesting… Apparently she wasn’t sick… So I sat there a bit longer and tried to make sense out of this situation when I received another SMS. Again, it was from Anna:

I WISH U GOOD FLIGHT DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME. CALL IF U WANT WHEN U WILL ARIVE TO GERMANY. KISS.

Well, that did it. I decided that I needed to get to the airport quickly. I needed to get to a phone that I could use. Hell, I was gonna see if there were any empty seats on my flight and ask Anna to fly back to Germany with me. I left the pub, headed over to the bus stop and jumped on the X95 bus to get my ass to the airport.

When I arrived at the airport it was then a mad dash to the phones. I had a hard time trying to figure out how to make a phone call with my credit card but seemed to get through on one attempt. I got the voicemail and, although I couldn’t actually tell if it was Anna’s or not, left a message telling her that I wanted her in my life and that I was going to see if any seats where available on my flight. I hung up and proceeded to check in for my flight. I asked if any seats where available and was told that the flight was sold out. Oh well, how crazy would that have been anyway…? Shortly after checking in for my flight, I received another SMS message … once again, from Anna:

I FOUND YOUR MESEGES. I AM REALY SORY A ABOUT LAST NIGHT. WHEN U WILL CALL ME I HAVE A LOT TO SAY U ABOUT ME. I CANOT LEAVE GREESE UNTIL WINTER. I REALY LIKE U AND I HOPE U^LL UNDERSTAND ME. I DON’T HAVE ANYBODY IN THIS COUNTRY. I NEVER GIVE MY NUMBER TO CUSTOMERS. ALL THE BEST FOR U.

I immediately went and purchased a phone card that could be used on the pay phones and called Anna back. I was expecting to speak with the voicemail again but was shocked when Anna answered the phone. We talked for a bit and I even told her that I was willing to buy her a seat back to Germany with me but the plane was sold out. She told me that she was stuck in Greece until at least December due to her papers not being in order. Apparently she had a court date scheduled for December and was hoping to get all the European citizenship stuff settled there. Oh well, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be…

I have, since returning back to Germany, exchanged many SMS messages with Anna and even spoken with her on the phone a few times. Do I think we will ever see each other again? I doubt it… Do I want to see her again? Hell yes!

bis später,

Coriolis

Athens - Day 2

Okay, so it’s somewhere between 9:00 and 10:00 in the morning. I’m lying in my hotel room bed with a huge hangover – movement is not easy. I’m trying to remember what happened last night but am completely unable to remember anything past going to the new club with Alina. I don’t remember how we got there, but I vaguely remember arriving and taking a seat with Alina next to me. I have no idea how long I was at this place or even how I got back to the hotel. I’m wondering how much money I spent last night but am way too hung over to actually get up and check on things. I decide to try to get some more sleep…

It isn’t until around noon that I finally am able to get my sorry carcass out of bed and start taking inventory. I’m still wearing the shirt from last night and I see that my jeans are wadded up on the floor next to a puddle of liquid (puke, perhaps … but it was clear…). I grab the jeans (which are slightly damp) and check the pockets. Cool, my wallet is there as well as my passport. I open the wallet and discover that everything appears to be in its correct place. All of my credit cards are there. There’s no money in the wallet, but this doesn’t surprise me. I decide that it’s probably a good idea if I get up now and maybe head out for a walk to clear my head a bit. I put on the slightly damp jeans (unfortunately I didn’t bring a change of jeans with me so I was pretty much forced to wear the ones I had), grab my wallet, passport and camera, don my baseball cap and head on out of the hotel.

I go for a walk that basically takes me up this large hill next to the Acropolis and take a few pictures. Walking down this hill I decide to veer off a bit and end up coming out on this street that is right at the bottom of the Acropolis. I head into this small shop and buy a Coke with the little change I was able to find in my hotel room and ask the guy where the nearest ATM is. I’m told that there’s an ATM machine across the street and up the hill towards the Acropolis entrance. This is where I head and, although there are many more people than on the last hill, I am unable to find any ATM. I’m pretty much walking around like a zombie and I finally notice that I wasn’t looking too good. I see this stain on my shirt – nothing disgustingly gross or anything, but there was a stain – and decide that it would be best if I returned to the hotel and took a shower. I then headed back to the hotel…

Now the bathtub in my hotel room was strange. It wasn’t really that large, but it was divided into two halves where the left half was a couple feet above the right half and there was this rather steep slope between the two. The showerhead was one of those that weren’t mounted on the wall in any way and no mount was present to put the showerhead on. Oh well, I was able to manage cleaning myself without killing myself – that sloping bathtub should be outlawed…

I then slipped on a clean shirt, a clean pair of boxers and my jeans (they were pretty dry now and didn’t appear to stink or anything…). It was still pretty early in the afternoon on a Saturday and my flight back to Berlin was scheduled to be leaving at 9:30 pm on Monday. Last night didn’t go well at all, but I still had three days left to kill in Athens. What should I do? Well, if I was going to do anything, I needed to get myself some money. I headed out to the hotel receptionist and inquired with the young lady on where I might be able to find an ATM machine. She tells me that if I leave the hotel, head to the right, climb down the stairs, continue heading down the street at the bottom – something like a block or two – that I should see a bank on the right somewhere. Oh well, I guess I’ll try that… I head out and climb down the stairs to the right.

It’s amazing how every trip I take over here always involves a quest for an ATM machine. The worst part about it is that it’s never easy… I mean the locals live there, so the locations of these machines are already known. They’re just usually not very good at directing outsiders to these locations. I discovered later that there are a lot of ATM machines in Athens – if you just walk down a main street you will inadvertently pass several – but finding my first ATM was a bit difficult and time consuming. I was able to do it, though; and I got myself a couple hundred Euros…

Okay, so I got myself some money. I still had no idea what I wanted to do that day, so I just started walking… I was basically walking along one of the main streets, looking around and taking in the scenery. Apart from the ancient ruins, Athens is just another large city. It’s pretty dirty and there are an awful lot of cars. Too many cars, to be more precise; and the Greeks are insane when it comes to driving. A parking spot in Athens is defined as any open space that your car will fit in. If you’re walking there you also need to stay alert. Not only do you have to dodge the people, you need to keep on the lookout for bikes, motorcycles and even cars. Yeah, the cars are often driving on the sidewalks and pedestrian pathways. It’s a bit nuts…

As I was walking by the Zeus ruins, this older man appeared to be asking me for the time (he was approaching me and pointing at the top of his wrist – the international sign language for ”What time is it?”). Rather than trying to speak to the guy, I decided to just show him my watch and let him read the time for himself. His reaction to this caught me a bit off-guard as he then said, “You speak English.” Not as a question, but more as a statement. My response to this was, “Yeah, I speak English.” Suddenly this guy was my best friend. He grabbed my arm (he was very touchy, feely but maybe this was common in Greece … I didn’t know…) and we walked over and sat down on a park bench.

We were sitting there talking for a bit and he told me that he worked for Exxon over in Saudi Arabia and was on a two week vacation. He was going on about how life just needed to be enjoyed and damn the money and all that. He said his name was George and he seemed like a decent guy to me – a bit nuts, but decent. I hadn’t eaten yet and asked him if he wanted to maybe get some food. He asked me if I wanted some good seafood and I said I really wasn’t in a seafood mood. He then went on this rant about roast lamb. Apparently he knew of a place that had real good lamb. We got up and hailed a taxi. I guess I was gonna get some roast lamb…

The taxi ride ended up being about half an hour. We drove to some subdivision on the outskirts of Athens – closer to the airport, I believe… The ride cost me €10 and George, of course, didn’t offer to pay anything. Oh well, he got me to this place. I was thinking that hanging out with a local could be an interesting thing and €10 was no big deal. We then headed across the street to this restaurant…

It was now going on 7:00 pm and the sun was starting to set. Interestingly enough, the restaurant was basically empty. The only people there were the family that owned the place and George apparently knew these people pretty well. They set up a table for us and we had a meal of Greek salad, feta cheese, Saganaki and lamb. Interestingly enough, George didn’t want his picture taken. I now know why, but at the time it just seemed like he was a bit camera shy…

After getting my fill on the meal, I suggested that we should be leaving to get out and paint the town red. George wanted to stay there a bit and talk with the owners and I had nothing better to do so I just sat there absorbing the atmosphere. We were there for probably an hour or two before George and I decided to head out. First, we needed to pay for the meal. I asked George how much I owed and was told, get this, €120! €120 for roast lamb!? And guess how much George was offering to pay – nada! Okay, so that’s his game – he gets himself free meals from unsuspecting tourists. Oh well, screw it, I needed to get back toward Athens. I paid the outrageous bill and we hopped in another taxi heading back toward Athens…

On the ride back I mentioned to George that €120 for some roast lamb is a bit crazy and he went into this spiel on how a decent seafood meal in Switzerland would run you €320 and how you should live your life and not worry about the money and all that crap. I told him that he’s doing a great job of that since he hadn’t laid out one cent for his life this evening. This guy was really beginning to bug me now and I decided then and there that he wasn’t getting anything more from me. I was very aware that hooking up with this guy was a bad move…

The cab dropped us off very near where we had met earlier in the day and I think the cab fare was something like €9.50. Of course George tried to get me to pay for the cab and I told him to pay. I was done. George paid the fare and started saying things like, “Okay, I paid it. Problem solved…” Wow, he paid €9.50. Was he expecting a “thanks” from me? He wasn’t gonna get it…

We then crossed the street and started heading up to this place called Pub Love. I had no clue what this place was, but had mentioned to George that I was interested in meeting some women that night. Maybe this was the place to do that? Interestingly enough, as we were heading up the street, George started holding my hand. Not for long, mind you – I wasn’t having any of that – but he was definitely wanting to hold hands. I don’t know, maybe he was gay… Whatever the case, I wasn’t holding this dude’s hand…

We then entered Pub Love. It was a very small pub – one bar with about five stools in front of it, a few tables off to the side and a couple couches in the back with a table in between them. There were a few very nice looking young ladies sitting at the bar but, other than that, the place was pretty much empty. George and I headed to the back and sat down on the couches. We ordered beers and then were quickly joined by a couple of the ladies that were sitting at the bar…

I don’t know the name of the lady that sat with George, but I was joined by this sweet little 25 year old named Anna. She was cute as a button and very very friendly. It wasn’t long before Anna was asking me to buy her a drink. Okay, so I now understood what this was. I went through this same thing the night before. I told Anna what had happened to me on the previous night and inquired as to how much “drinks” cost here. It was €190 for a bottle of champagne. Oh well, I was getting along great with Anna, so I bought her a bottle of champagne. George wasn’t there long before he just took off without even saying goodbye. That was cool – one less hassle to deal with. It was then just Anna and I sitting there and discussing life…

Perhaps it’s just the “hopeless romantic” in me, but that conversation with Anna was nice. She seemed to be genuinely interested in me and she was a lot of fun to talk with. I asked her when she got off work and was told 3:00 am. We then actually made arrangements for her to come over to the Hotel Austria that night. I spent a couple of hours there talking with Anna and ended up buying her a couple bottles of champagne – interestingly enough, the bill came to €520. Oh well, so I took another walk to an ATM machine with the bartender and paid the bill. It was a bit after midnight when I left the place. I actually gave Anna the spare key that I had to my hotel room (it had the hotel number on it and I told her that I was in room 207) as well as my mobile phone number. She said that she would most definitely be coming by after work and I believed her. I then started walking back to the hotel…

I had exactly €5 in my wallet. Strangely enough, on the walk home I was approached by a cab driver. He was asking me if I wanted to be taken to this strip club. He said that he would take me for €5… I told him that I was heading back to my hotel and that he could drive me there for €5. I then got in this guys cab and he drove me to a strip club. Funny thing is that it was the exact same place I was taken to the night before! I got out of the cab and, interestingly enough, the people there didn’t seem the least bit upset with me. They showed us (the cab driver and myself) to a booth and even gave me a beer on the house. Alina (the girl from the night before) was then sent over to sit with me and I think they were more than prepared to see how much more money they could get from me. I made it very clear that all I had was the €5 in my wallet and that I needed to give that to the cab driver for the ride.

I asked Alina what I had done the night before and she said that I was fine. Other than yelling out “FUCK!” time and time again, I didn’t do anything crazy. She even informed me on how I got home - apparently the manager of the bar drove me back to the hotel. Oh well, that was a crazy night… This night would be different as I only gave the taxi driver the €5 and just stayed there long enough to finish my free beer. Alina didn’t get any “drinks” from me and no more money was spent. After the beer was gone, I headed out and walked back to my hotel…

It was about 1:00 am when I finally arrived back at my hotel. I watched Robocop (in English) on the TV and wasted away the two hours until 3:00. I was then expecting Anna to show up, so I headed out to the hotel lobby and waited…

The front door was locked and the guy working the night shift said he could let me out if I needed to go outside. I told him that I was expecting a visitor and he said that he would let her in. We ended up sitting in the lobby and having some coffee together. We talked about life and how crazy the people in Greece were. I never received any calls on my mobile and nobody called the hotel. At 6:00 I headed back to my room to try to get some sleep…

Anna never came. I was devastated… Unfortunately I had no way of contacting her, so I had no idea what the story was. I had a couple more days left in Athens though – I was going to find out. I think I got an entire 15 minutes of sleep that night. The next day I was most definitely heading back to Pub Love…

To read the rest of this story I’m afraid you will have to check back a bit later. I’ve written all I can for today.

bis später,

Coriolis

Athens - Day 1

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A Sunday in Zürich

So last night I decided to “hire” myself a girl. I dropped €1500 for what was supposed to be 10 hours with Janina. It ended up being a few hours shy of that, but I suppose it really doesn’t matter as this little battle over ED that I am currently engaged in pretty much guaranteed that no more “fun” was going to be had… Janina left at a quarter past 3:00am and I set my phone (my mobile alarm clock) to wake me at 10:00am – checkout time was noon – and got a little sleep.

I actually awoke a bit before the alarm and decided to get up, make myself presentable to the world (well, as much as I can…), check out of the hotel and head on out to see what kind of trouble I could rustle up for myself on this day. I had – you may recall – the address to the Atelier VIP Club (one of the swinger’s clubs) and believed that I had a general idea of where this place could be found. After leaving the hotel, I headed to the southwest corner of the train station and started heading south along the edge of the river. When I checked out the map for this place online, I noticed that it was located in this area. Where, exactly? I had no clue… I figured I’d just walk around and see what I could see. My flight back to Hannover wasn’t scheduled to be taking off until 9:30 that evening and it was only somewhere around noon now. I had plenty of time to kill…

I never actually found the Atelier VIP Club. Where I ended up wasting away the day was at this bar (well, I don’t know the official title for places like this – it was a bar that had women employed to entertain the male patrons – for a price, that is…) that I randomly ran into. I don’t remember the name of the joint, but this was where I met Surunna – this extremely attractive Thai girl that quickly saw me for the sucker that I am.

It was some more of the same deal that I had just recently been through in Greece – yes, I know I haven’t written the Athens blog entry yet, but I suppose this is a good preview of what to expect on that one… I was sitting at the bar talking with the bartender and Surunna. The conversation really wasn’t that interesting as all it was was the two of them double-teaming me in trying to get me to buy more expensive drinks for Surunna. Once again, a drink wasn’t really a “drink”. A drink was a bottle of champagne. Of course purchasing a drink for the ladies here also bought you a better seat in one of the poorly lit booths in the back of the bar that were camouflaged by large house plants. What can I say? I had something like seven hours to kill. I bought Surunna a drink.

We (Surunna and I) then moved to one of the camouflaged booths together and got to know each other a bit better. She seemed like a fun girl. She didn’t appear to have any inhibitions. In fact, if it weren’t for this ED problem, I most definitely would have fucked her (with protection, of course) right then and there in that little booth. We did try, but it wasn’t happening. There’s really nothing quite as frustrating as having a mind completely ready and a body that just doesn’t cooperate. Oh well, this just became yet one more opportunity to further refine my oral skills (you know what I mean … my “conversational” skills have never been better … wink, wink…).

One needs to be extremely careful in establishments such as this. It’s not long before those drinks that you are constantly being asked to purchase start adding up! I dropped a bit over €2000 during my stay and they were still trying to get more out of me when the cab finally arrived to get me to the airport. The funny (well, “stupid” is probably a better adjective here) thing is that I actually did know what was going on – heck, I learned that lesson the hard way in Athens the weekend before… The biggest problem here was that I really gave up on the “caring” part. I honestly didn’t care. Oh, I’m very certain that, at some future date when this money would most definitely be advantageous, I will care; but during the time I was there I just didn’t care. I had quite a few hours to kill and I was actually having fun with Surunna.

I asked the cab driver how much it would cost for a ride to the airport and was told about 60 Francs (you see Switzerland hasn’t switched to the Euro yet – they still use Swiss Francs). What I had on me at the time was €35. After showing the driver that my wallet only had the €35 in it, he agreed to take me to the airport for €35. Of course, with the current exchange rate, €35 is worth about 56 Francs – so I wasn’t really ripping off this guy; besides, he got the rest of his pay in entertainment as I was telling him about what had happened to me over the last couple of weeks. I think he’s heard these stories before as he was pretty much cracking up during the entire ride…

Okay, so I’m at the airport a bit earlier than expected (I really needed to get out of that bar quickly – should have done it earlier…) with very little money on me. I think I found a €5 bill in my pocket and had about €12 or so worth of change. I needed to catch the plane back to Hannover, figure out how to get from the Hannover airport to the main train station (I was pretty sure that there was a train that I could take, but I had never done it before) and then get on the next train to Braunschweig. My flight was scheduled to depart at 9:30pm. At 10:15pm we began to board the plane…

Oh well, there was about an hour delay on my flight. I wasn’t too worried as I was pretty sure that trains would always be running (in Hannover) between the airport and train station and that there was a train that ran hourly between Hannover and Braunschweig. I’d be landing in Hannover around midnight now rather than the planned 11:00. I wasn’t worried. I could make the train back to Braunschweig.

Well, after exiting the plane, I followed the signs to the train platform. There was a train currently waiting to depart and the sign said that it was heading to the Hauptbahnhof. This was where I needed to be! I quickly ran up to a couple guys that obviously worked on this train and asked if I could buy a ticket on the train. They pointed me over to the ticket machine. As I was frantically trying to buy a ticket from the machine, the fucking train left! These assholes knew that I was trying to quickly buy a ticket for that train and they completely ignored me and left. I mean, where’s the compassion? Not in Germany, that’s for sure…

So great – I’m stuck at the Hannover airport and I just missed my train. When’s the next one? Upon checking the departure board, I see that one more train is due to be heading to the Hauptbahnhof in about 30 minutes – and that was it for the night! I think the next train after this was scheduled to be running a bit past 4:00 in the morning. I was most definitely going to make the last train of the night. Of course now I’m beginning to wonder about the train back to Braunschweig – do the hourly trains between Hannover and Braunschweig stop running at night? I didn’t know. Oh well, there wasn’t much I could do about it now – I just needed to make sure I didn’t miss this last train of the night from the airport!

I made this last run and, get this, was never even asked to show my ticket to anyone! I most likely could have just jumped on that earlier train that left without me and had no problem. I guess that’s what I get for trying to follow the rules… Whatever the case, I made the final train from the airport and successfully made it to the Hauptbahnhof, checked the departure board for the next train to Braunschweig and was very disappointed to see the time that it was leaving – 4:20am! Oh well, I guess I’ll be getting a room at a nearby hotel here in Hannover and heading back to Braunschweig after getting a few hours of sleep. I hit the ATM machine, buy myself a ticket for the trip to Braunschweig (€10) then head outside to try to find a place to sleep.

I find this Accor hotel located very near the Hauptbahnhof and head on in. I ask the receptionist (after asking whether he spoke English or not) whether there were any rooms available and am told that the hotel is booked full. Great, what do I do now? The receptionist then tells me that they had another hotel around the corner that had rooms. Not only that, but the rooms were only €39 per night. He then explained that there was no receptionist there but that I could purchase the room via credit card at this ATM-like machine that was there. Cool … how hard could this be? I head on over to where the guy directed me and find the machine.

It seemed simple enough – there was a touch-screen display, a numeric keypad and a slot for a credit card. There were also stickers posted showing the various types of cards that could be used. The best part was that the initial screen displayed was for a choice of languages and English was one of them. I selected English. I then selected one room for one night without breakfast and tapped where it said “confirm”. Here’s where the problem with this setup was discovered. You see, although I was able to select English as my language choice for the touch-screen display, there was also a small LED display above the numeric keypad. No matter what language was chosen on the touch-screen this display was always in German! I had no idea what it was telling me. I was also having no luck in successfully obtaining a room as all my attempts at putting in the credit card and entering the request were not resulting in anything happening. I finally noticed a poster posted on the glass wall next to the machine that somewhat explained the process in both German and English. It only took me three more attempts at doing what the poster said before I finally got a code to enter the hotel. I entered the hotel and went up to the room that I was assigned.

As I entered the room I noticed that the window was open and it was a bit chilly. I also quickly noticed why this room was only €39 a night – I’m not exactly sure what it was, but every 30 seconds or so (and this went on all night long…) there was a very loud metal on metal crashing sound that appeared to be coming from across the street! I mean it was like somebody was crushing automobiles (two per minute) right outside my hotel room window! Of course at this point, I really didn’t care … I was tired and frustrated and I just wanted to get back to my apartment (which, of course, I couldn’t do until later in the morning…). I set my phone to wake me at 6:30am and tried to get some sleep.

I once again woke before the alarm (I think it was about 5:30 or so…) and decided to head on back over to the station. I got myself a mediocre sandwich for breakfast, hopped on the next train to Braunschweig (which ended up being an ICE where I needed to pay €6 more on the train because the ticket I purchased last night was only good for the RE trains) and finally arrived back at my apartment at 8:00am. I then went to work.

That was it – my first trip to Zürich. The reason that I say this was my “first” trip to Zürich is because – believe it or not – I’ve already made plans for trip number two. You see, Surunna and I exchanged phone numbers while I was down there. She was acting like she really wanted to see me again – acting, mind you… But that’s cool. I know what it’s all about – my money. Personally, I’m okay with that. We’ve been in contact with each other over the last week and decided that I should fly down there and spend a Saturday night with her. The cost, of course, is going to be 1000 Swiss Francs but I think it’s worth it. At least this way I’m not going in blind and I pretty much know what to expect on this trip – as I said earlier, Surunna was a lot of fun. So, I’ve bought the plane tickets and one night at a hotel near the Zürich airport and I am going to give Surunna 1000 Francs to spend the night with me. That’s scheduled to take place on November 4th.

As for today, I am supposed to be heading up to Hannover this evening to stay one night in a hotel by the airport, get up bright an early tomorrow and hop on the7:35am flight to Paris. I won’t be doing this, however … I’ve cancelled the trip. The truth of the matter is that I’m tired. This “different city each weekend” thing that I’ve been doing really wears a guy down… I think I’ll spend a large portion of this weekend sleeping…

bis später,

Coriolis

Janina

So I went to Zürich over the weekend…


Why did I go? I’m really not sure … it was just something I thought I would check out. I’ve actually been reading another blog on here that is being written up by this woman named Annika and she happens to live in Zürich. I even tried to set up a meeting with her for this trip but was unsuccessful in my attempts. That’s cool… It was just a “spur of the moment” thing anyway and I figured I could find some way to enjoy my time in Zürich without having the local tour guide for my trip. So, what I did was log on to the internet the day before the trip and did a search for “sex shop Zürich” and explored the results that were shown…

From the results that I got I can only conclude that Zürich is actually a pretty ‘happening” town when it comes to sex. I mean there were a lot of sites for various sexually oriented clubs and businesses – a LOT! It looked like there were several private clubs that someone could go to and pay an entry fee (the fees all seemed to be very reasonable – well less than €300) and basically spend the entire evening just “playing” around with the other guests. It looked to me like these were your basic swinger’s clubs. Now I’ve never been to a swinger’s club and I’m not really sure how well I would do at a place like that – I wrote down the address to one of these clubs figuring that I might check it out, if for nothing more, for curiosity. I then concentrated my efforts on the places that looked to be more like the strip club / sex shop places that I was more familiar with.

One of these places, Sol-fit had listed various prices for time blocks that could be purchased with the women that worked there. There were two categories of women that one could buy time with – models and V.I.P. girls. The pricing for the models was €150, €240 and €380 respectively for 30 minutes, 60 minutes and 90 minutes. For the V.I.P. girls, these were raised to €200, €300 and €440. There was also pricing for an Escort Service that, according to the website, was from 22:00 – 07:00. The cost of this was €1500. I was very interested in the Escort Service…

Many of you reading my blog may have noticed that I haven’t posted anything about the trip I took to Athens a couple weekends ago. There is a reason for this – I’m still trying to figure out exactly what happened to me there. What I need to tell you now is that I spent a LOT of money in Athens – and I do mean a LOT! I was basically a pawn that fell directly into the rather complex (well, I suppose it’s pretty simple, but executed with great precision on people like me) system that was designed to separate as much money from me as possible. Unfortunately, this is not the time to explain exactly what happened to me there, but rest assured that I will get that story up here sooner or later. For now all you need to know is that I spent a lot of money in Athens and came back with contact information for Anna. That was all I got for the money I spent however I am still hoping that, in the end, this will actually justify that trip. I mean I really do like Anna – but that’s another story for another time. Last weekend was Zürich.

I sent off a couple emails (one to Sol-fit and one to a place called The Bolero Club) to inquire a bit more on services offered. These emails were sent the Thursday before I was scheduled to be boarding a City Night Line train on Friday for the trip to Zürich. I had not received any responses from either email by Friday afternoon and decided to give Sol-fit a call and inquire about the Escort Service myself. Although the lady on the other end of the line didn’t speak English very fluently, I was able to provide my name and information on when I would be in Zürich as well as where I was staying. My name was taken down and I was told to call back from my hotel room after I had checked in. Okay, so I now had a plan for at least one thing to do in Zürich – I was going to call back from my hotel room. I wrote the contact information (including the name “Janina” which was the girl I chose from their site) in my notebook, packed up for the short trip and headed to Braunschweig’s Hauptbahnhof (main train station) for my 10:00pm train to Wolfsburg. It was in Wolfsburg that I would be catching the City Night Line train for the 10 hour ride to Zürich. I easily made the train, found my compartment (I actually purchased a bed for this trip – I figured I’d sleep through the 10 hour trip and basically just wake up in Zürich) and went to sleep.

These trains actually have varying class structures for varying prices, of course. I originally looked into getting a single bed compartment with a private bathroom (including shower) but opted to save about half of that cost and settled on a two bed compartment. I would most likely be sharing this compartment with an unknown, but what did I care? I planned on sleeping the entire trip anyway…

My roommate boarded the train a few stops later and it was exactly as I had suspected – no words were even exchanged (which is a good thing as I still can’t hold a conversation in German) and the man that was sharing my compartment took the lower bunk as I was already occupying the upper bunk. I spent the next 9 or so hours drifting in and out of sleep until Sylvia (I believe that was her name…), the lady that checked me in the night before, woke us up for breakfast. We were in Switzerland – not quite Zürich yet – and it was still a couple hours before our scheduled arrival time. I finished the trip by eating the breakfast served (a croissant, a roll with butter, three slices of cheese and a coffee), having a couple smokes and departing the train after it arrived at the Zürich Hauptbahnhof. It was a short walk to the Hotel Leoneck…

I arrived at the hotel to find that it was actually a very cow oriented design. It was kinda cute how everything at the hotel was somehow related to the bovine. There was even a restaurant attached to the hotel named The Crazy Cow. That’s cool – apparently the proprietors liked cows. I was able to check into my room a bit early (it was around 10:30am when I arrived) and took the elevator up to room #514 – the top floor…

The room was clean and actually rather small. It had this blue flower motif on the walls, a small bathroom, a desk with a small television, a full body mirror on the wall opposite the bed, a balcony looking out toward the Zürich shopping district and a single twin bed. You read that right – a single twin bed! This would end up becoming a bit of a problem but I had to work with what I was given. It was now time to try to call Sol-fit from my hotel room…

The first couple attempts didn’t go to well as I couldn’t figure out how to get an outside line from the hotel. It was written on the phone that all I needed to do was press ‘0’ for an outside line, but all of my attempts did not seem to be working. I finally called down to the front desk and inquired and they said to try it an a few minutes. A few minutes later I was able to get an outside line and called the number I had written down for Sol-fit. I ended up getting a recording in several different languages telling me that the number dialed was unable to accept calls at the current time. Did I write down the right number? I thought so… Oh well, it was early. I took a shower and watched some CNN (the only English channel available…).

It was around 2:00pm when I was finally able to get an answer on the line but the lady that answered appeared to not be able to hear me at all. I called back again with the same results. I then decided to call with my mobile phone and was finally able to speak with someone at Sol-fit. After explaining that I had just called a couple of times from my hotel room but that they were unable to hear me, I then finalized the purchase of the Escort Service for the evening. I attempted to arrange it so that Janina would maybe come by at 5:00pm instead of the standard 10:00 but had to settle for a meeting time of 8:00 instead. That was cool as I was buying 10 hours with Janina and, although I still think that an earlier start time would have been nice, I could be a bit flexible on this subject. So Janina was scheduled to be arriving at my hotel room at 8:00 that evening. I somehow needed to waste away about 6 hours…

After receiving a call in my hotel room from Sol-fit verifying my information – and luckily being able to speak with them on this call – I decided to head outside and take a walk around Zürich. Zürich is actually a very beautiful city; however I would describe it best as the perfect place for women. It’s all about shopping in Zürich. There are literally miles and miles of streets and alleyways packed full of various shops of all types. I purchased myself a cool Zippo lighter with a graphic of marijuana leaves on it in this interesting ‘head shop’ and bought myself some cologne for the evening to come. After heading down to the lake and taking a few pictures I returned back to my hotel around 5:00 or so. I took a nap, watched some TV and waited. Time has never passed so slowly…

After what seemed to be a few days, 8:00 finally arrived. I stepped out onto the balcony and began my surveillance. It was about 8:15 when I saw a taxi do a U-turn to pull up to the hotel entrance. A few minutes later there was a knock at my hotel room door. I opened the door and saw Janina standing there. In a joking manner, I looked at her puzzled and asked if I knew her. Her response was a bit surprised and I told her that I was only kidding and invited her in. She actually told me that it was refreshing to meet a man with a sense of humor and I informed her that I did, most definitely, have a sense of humor. I think I made a good first impression – I guarantee she made a great first impression. I mean this woman was beautiful – and she liked guys with a sense of humor. Yeah, she made a great first impression…

We sat down on the bed, lit up a couple of cigarettes and started to get acquainted. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, she was also very well spoken (in something like four languages) and intelligent. I learned that she was Hungarian by birth and was now living on an island in Spain. She was a model for a Spanish newspaper and was in Zürich (a city that she was not very fond of, by the way…) for something like one week to make some money. Janina is a very nice woman. Nice enough to make me veer a bit from my plans…

You see, I had an awful lot of time to kill as I was waiting for 8:00 to roll around. During this time I was pretty much devising a plan to try to get as much as I could for the €1500 that I would be spending. The thing is that I am no longer a “spring chicken” and, to make matters worse, I’ve recently been having a bit of trouble with ED (Erectile Dysfunction). I needed to plan this out so that I would hopefully be able to do what I used to be able to do when I was younger – I was thinking a minimum of three rounds … minimum… My plan was simple enough – meet with Janina, have sex (round 1), go out to dinner, return from dinner and have sex (round 2), perhaps sleep for a couple hours to reenergize, wake up a couple hours before she was scheduled to leave and have some more sex (round 3). That was the plan. This is what happened…

While I was sitting there on the bed with Janina and getting to know her, I decided to bypass the pre-dinner round one. This girl was just way too sweet to invite into my room and demand sex right away. Besides, I was enjoying our conversation so much that I didn’t want to mess with a good thing and decided to take her down to the Crazy Cow for some dinner. I could wait until after dinner before starting with the ‘dessert’ – Janina was going to be my dessert. We headed down to the Crazy Cow…

The dinner was good. The conversation (other than my poor ability to hear well in open areas) was interesting. I think Janina was actually more sexually attracted to our waiter than she was to me; but she was stuck with me since I recently just gave her €1500. Don’t take that the wrong way, I was okay with it. I mean she’s 26 years old. She tried to hide it a bit, but I could tell – she liked our waiter… That didn’t matter though – I was guaranteed that she would be returning back to the room with me. Okay, sure, in a perfect situation she would have been more attracted to me but there’s not much I can do about that. I, however, had the €1500 to spend so the waiter will just have to wait his turn… After dinner I purchased a bottle of champagne, borrowed a couple champagne glasses from the restaurant and headed back up to my room with Janina.

I brought a couple ‘special’ cigarettes with me on this trip and figured that that would be an excellent ice breaker and maybe be a smooth transition into the sex. I asked Janina if she wanted to smoke one and she seemed a bit tentative at first but soon agreed. She said it had been a while since she smoked marijuana but that it wasn’t anything new to her. We sat on the bed and shared a smoke. Janina’s reaction was a serious case of the giggles. She was so cute sitting there next to me and just laughing! She was having a bit of trouble completing her thoughts but god she was cute! I then walked her up to the full length mirror and we began to undress each other. We then headed over to the little bed and had some fun.

I did everything I could to satisfy this woman; unfortunately, thanks to the damn ED issue I’m currently experiencing, I needed to rely primarily on my oral skills. This seems to be a consistently repeating situation with me lately. It’s frustrating as hell although, and I really don’t mind patting myself on the back a bit, it has given me plenty of opportunities to further hone my oral skills. Janina seemed to be satisfied and I must admit that I do enjoy satisfying the women. This fucking ED problem that I seem to have acquired is really beginning to bug me though. Janina, however, was a good sport about it and I was able to “finish” although the climax was rather anti-climatic… I didn’t let that bother me though as I was sure that I would be getting at least one more chance. I was wrong about this, but that’s just the way things go with me…

After we had finished the sex, it was – if I remember correctly – somewhere around 1:00 in the morning. I was going to have Janina there until 6:00 though, so we were actually only half way through the time purchased. This was where things started going wrong…

You see, Janina was tired and actually wanted to go to sleep. I, on the other hand, was wide awake and horny (although ineffectual thanks to the ED problem…). I got out of bed and smoked the other “special” cigarette that I brought – Janina didn’t want any more. I tried to get things started up again with Janina but quickly realized that she wasn’t the least bit interested and soon decided that I should let her get some sleep. I laid on the bed cuddling with her and just looked at her as she went to sleep. She was so cute. I so much wish I had a picture of her face as she was lying there. That’s an image that I never want to forget.

This was where the problem with the damn bed came into play. I had Janina set her alarm for 4:00 in the hope that we could have some fun before she left at 6:00 and tried to get some sleep myself. It was actually 3:15 when I let Janina leave. She was complaining about the small bed and my snoring. What could I do? Sure, I paid €1500 for the 10 hours, but it was more than apparent that Janina just wanted to leave. At 3:15, she did just that…

An interesting side note to this story is that I did actually give Janina the URL to this blog. I doubt she will actually read this as I am under the impression that she thinks I’m a jerk. I’m hoping that my impression is wrong, but I have to admit that that is pretty much how I felt – like a jerk. If you are reading this, Janina, please let me apologize. I’m sorry about the stupid small bed – the travel plans were made long before I knew I would be having a guest for the night. I’m sorry about the snoring – believe me, I know how annoying that is to others. Most of all I’m sorry about the way I was acting. You might not believe this, but I am actually a rather nice guy. The whole problem here was that I was spending more money than I should have been and I was a bit upset with myself over not sticking with the plans that I had been devising throughout the day. I really do think that you are a wonderful person and it saddens me to think of all the crap that you must have to go through to make money with the profession that you have chosen…

Also, this little battle I now get to face with my ED problem is frustrating as hell for me. The first thing I did after returning to my apartment in Braunschweig was go online and order up some Viagra! I need all the help I can get as I really don’t know how much more my self esteem can take…

Well, this story is ending up quite a bit longer than I was expecting (shocking, I know…) so I think I’m going to end it here for now and fill you readers in on my Sunday in Zürich a bit later. It’s an interesting story and I ended up dropping a lot of money – I won’t say exactly how much, but the night with Janina was a bargain… My newfound ambition of living my life to the fullest is becoming quite expensive. I was even considering canceling my trip to Paris this next weekend but have since decided that I’m going to go. I’m planning on just doing the tourist “thing” there anyway, so I’m hoping that it won’t be nearly as expensive as the last couple of trips; but I suppose one never knows. I am who I am…

bis später,

Coriolis