LET’S FACE IT I COULD GO TO BRUSSELS FOR ONE NIGHT STANDS! FOR JUST £50 EUROSTAR PLUS £40 HOTEL, £100 FOR DRINK AND F—, F— ANYBODY, THEN BACK HOME NEXT AFTERNOON, THAT IS JUST £190. OR IF I HAVE LATE EUROSTAR HOME NEXT DAY, EVEN SQUEEZE IN A SECOND F— WTH SOMEONE FOR ANOTHER 50. TOTAL £240 FOR TRAVEL, HOTEL 1 NIGHT AND TWO AMAZING F—S. SNAP CAN TRANSFORM MY TRAVELLING, FINANCES AND SEX LIFE. Nothing is possible till February payday of course.
I just remember the REASON why I kept going back to Fifth Avenue was to try to see that mysterious dusky busty girl again who disappeared around 7pm Thursday, but never saw her again. Mysterious girl. This is why I keep going back to Fifth. I am more addicted than ever. April. Or March payday. Take a Sunday off in future if possible at short notice so I CAN travel early Monday, or just make do with an afternoon/night train. If I arrive really late just make do with Empire that’s all. Already planning my next trip! That is a good sign actually. I am not down about that. You want to find things that excite you in life and Brussels now truly excites me. That just gives me MORE inspiration to save money really monkishly in London. Brussels actually HELPS me save money! There is nothing in London that excites me except perhaps this Laetitia at Romilly on Sundays.
Oh dear. The manageress has released my beer from the machine but now the machine seems permanently broken. My parting gift to the hotel. Fortunately I don’t think I have time for any more beer so it will not affect me. I am looking forward to seeing if I can keep to my resolution on my next trip, whenever that will be. Hopefully not before April at the earliest. I am so lazy. I need to force myself to do anything, even have sex.
Coming back from the shop, just saw the aftermath of a small traffic accident. Two women reversing their car out of the Plaza parking space (I had seen them leaving the hotel as I went to the shop) had backed into the side of a car going along the road. An argument ensuing. Not only that, but I now see that reversing their car, they didn’t even bother to lower the red tape protecting the parking spaces, but just drove through it, completely snapping it. Nice. Rich bitches do what they like. F–k everyone else.
Last night I made a rule for myself—in future I will never again enter a brothel/night bar/brasserie à femmes, call them what you will, without ——g one of the girls. Because this is ridiculous. To keep going to these places and keep leaving without having done anything is ridiculous. In future I will force myself to always go with one of the girls before I allow myself to leave. If there is no one I fancy, I will just go with the one that is least bad. That means waiting till I can travel with plenty of money. But I must start this. It is like going to a porn cinema without masturbating. Ridiculous. And never go to Rue d’Aerschot without doing something with one of the girls, too. This too will actually inspire me to save money to make this viable. Now, with this new rule in mind, I look forward to coming back to Brussels again. Even in Manhattan in Vienna in December, there were at least 3 very desirable girls but again I did nothing. This must stop. There is no point travelling at all if I keep doing nothing when I get there.
820. Having a last Red Bull and few beers in the hotel lounge before getting a taxi just before 11 I expect. I should console myself that this expensive unplanned Eurostar ticket of £133 is more than made up for by the continence and abstinence of the rest of the trip—I had travelled to Brussels this time planning to —- so many girls, as I knew it had to be my last trip for a long time—East European Tatiana, Emily, Paloma, Perrie, that street girl if I saw her again; planned to have another 60 euro private dance (at least) with Jennifer in Empire; instead, I did none of these things. Planned to do something with 1 or 2 of the Rue d’Aerschot window girls but did nothing there either. I think it was inevitable I was always going to add the Friday & Saturday night to my stay, so the only real extra expense was for the Eurostar ticket; and that was covered by savings elsewhere. Next time I come, it will be at least 2 or 3 months hence, and that time I really should be able to come with a little bit of spare cash, and finally fully plunder the erotic delights of Brussels—because the delights are there. It was only my nagging money worries that dampened my desires (as always).