My story continues. The three women were relaxed and talked openly. Yes, one of their objectives was to score on holiday but they hadn´t had much success this time. One of them made it with a waiter last year on their last night, but she said she was too tired and too drunk to enjoy it. She had to wait till 3 am when he finished his shift.
I wrote my number on a beer mat and gave it to her. Yesterday, she sent me a text asking me to join her for a drink that evening. Now, what would I tell Norma? I had to decline, but, as it happens, they live no more than 50 miles from me, so I just might have more luck with her at home.
As mentioned, I am all eyes and ears and still have had no luck.
I have read two free English language newspapers. There are dozens of adverts from willing women, but reading between the lines, they want paying. Now,I´ve received more texts from Kate and am going to have ´lunch´with her on Monday. I can´t wait.
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- Diary of a Philanderer
- I am a hopeless romantic. I love women – their minds, intellect, conversation, their smiles, tenderness, and femininity. Many times, have women described me as a perfect gentleman. I will never make a suggestive or crude remark to a woman, nor do I boast of my exploits to my male friends. Men who kerb crawl, or who are sexist in behaviour or comment are anathema to me. You will never find me in a lap dancing bar, nor ‘massage parlour.’ I like to think that I treat women, like ladies, irrespective of age, class, race, religion or education, giving up my seat and opening doors for them. Yet, in spite of this, I have had almost sixty lovers, some of whom were brief encounters, others lasting many months or years. I have come to accept myself as I am and accept women as they are. In this blog, you will learn about relationships past and present, the pleasures and pains – yes pains, because intimacy can turn to a deep meeting of souls. This is my story.
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