Brussels Grill looked packed so I came back to Boston Steak House for the first time. It is a bit emptier but, as I expected, more expensive! Everything is extra [turns out when I got the bill it wasn’t, even though I am sure the menu says it is]. Salad that comes with the steak in Brussels Grill is an extra cost here. As is the sauce. But—the waitress is absolutely gorgeous. Curvy voluptuous young brunette. 10/10. What to say. Brussels. The England result cheered me so much, so I was in a positive mood. Cine Paris was OK. Not great, but not bad. Just pleased to see it is still there, despite rumours of its imminent demise. Then the street girls were pretty fantastic—my old “friend” Beatris, with cleavage spilling everywhere, her colleague on the other side of the road, similarly; my old friend black Bridget massive breasts bulging on next corner; 5th Avenue was poor, I’m afraid, though it felt good to be back there. NO stars left—Andrea left long ago, Lucy came & went so quickly, and now even Inna gone. One blonde girl, just going to a room with someone, was interesting, but that was it. Window girls, post-6pm, nothing special. So nothing special at all, but enough to keep me trying.
9th February with Zinip and Beatris was last time and only time this year I have had sex with anybody.
Some encouragement at least by New Year’s Day it HAD cleared up, and I was free to f–k Zinip and Beatris in Brussels; before the post Hansa Studio walk made it flare up again. If only my skin wasn’t so white.
So I was shocked to find myself really turned on by Bulgarian Emily and Brazilian Paloma as well as Inna, but a poor experience with Beatrice, and lovely experience with Manuela; oh and let me not forget a good experience with Turkish Zinip earlier. I was rather amazed that after an afternoon of heavy drinking and eating, I was able to go out again in the early evening and just carry straight on heavy drinking again. I think I must be feeling more inspired this time and that means I can absorb alcohol better. If I’m sad or uninspired I get drunk easier and take longer to recover. I think this being a last minute spontaneous trip only booked the day before makes it feel more exciting. So now 12.50 on my last day. My coach leaves Gare du Nord at midnight 15 tonight but I booked my hotel room for tonight as well so I can go back there later to sleep after my drinking before checking out at 11pmish.
Earlier I had left Fifth Avenue thinking there is no point coming here, it is rubbish, dead. Yet returning at night it seemed an incredibly sexy place again—mainly I think because I was now feeling randy. I found I fancied Emily, Inna and Paloma. I wanted to go with all of them but was just worried I’d drunk too much. Instead I left and went with Beatrice, but once in the room I found her cold and unfriendly. On to Empire and there was the sexy little brunette Manuela, half Spanish half Romanian. After watching her dance on stage, and a 5 euro lap dance in my chair I went upstairs with her for 30 minutes for 150 euros—just to see what happens. It turns out to be a non-stop private dance basically but much more close and personal than downstairs. Still she keeps her knickers on, and still my trousers must remain zipped up, but you can touch the girl. She sat with me for a while and we discussed why men are so stupid to spend such huge amounts of money for basically nothing. She talked about the window girls of Rue d’Aerschot and the street girls of Rue des Commercants, and why don’t men go there instead where they can get so much more for so much less money, and was “impressed” that I knew so much about them and how much they cost! It was a very pleasant half hour with a gorgeous sexy girl with a lovely simpatico personality. At 150 euros I don’t think I will repeat the experience! But I am very glad I did it this time. She most certainly is girlfriend material.
Well, I managed to do more in one day yesterday than I did in entire 6 day stay in January. I went to Churchill’s English Pub, Six Nations Pub, Delirium Monasterium, A La Mort Subite, Cine Paris, Café Jimmy, Fifth Avenue, went with mega-bosomed Turkish Zinip in Rue d’Aerschot after a spell in the Sexyworld kabins, had Brussels Grill steak. Then came back to bed, but unable to sleep, I thought sod it, let’s go back out again. Zinip had given me the desire to see MORE naked women. So after a couple more beers I RETURNED to Cine Paris, returned to Fifth Avenue—how much sexier and exciting the same streets feel at night—went with Beatrice, went to Empire and FINALLY took a girl upstairs for 150 euros, Manuela. Got through about 396 euros in the day.
So no, on my 6th and last full day in Brussels I did nothing naughty once again. After the predatory perverts in Cine Paris had left me alone, there was the disappointment of the good film La Journaliste breaking, and being replaced by Footballers’ Wives for a 6th day in a row. I had my Carlsberg in Café Jimmy when Beatrice wandered in and joined me for a tea. To my surprise, she instantly agreed to going back to my hotel with me, which I had to back out of. Don’t want to get into trouble in my regular hotel! After leaving me an autograph, she gave up on me and went back to her corner, and I, pointlessly, returned to Fifth Avenue once more, and waited in vain for Inna to arrive. Giving up and going straight back to Brussels Grill and then having finished there, crossed straight over the road and got a Domino’s Pizza to take back to hotel with me. Miraculously I escaped indigestion and had an undisturbed night, pretty much. So my last 3 hours to kill before I walk back to Midi. A last look at the Rue d’Aerschot windows, or down to O’Reilly’s for a few pints and an Irish breakfast?