And the spell was broken....
I wasn't able to crash until roughly 40 plus hours...I wandered into a bar called the Spijker...it''s a neighborhood leather bar just down the street from where I''m staying....how''d that happen...hmmmm. Molly Hatchet was playing loud and hard from the oder emanating out of the basement establishment. It appeared as if I had entered a session of the 4 AM committee with a gaggle of shiny heads reflecting the flickering light from the fireplace. Yes...Scottie...you need to put this on your list of things to do after biking to Toronto, building a cottage in Saskatchewan and world domination;)
I met a collection of colorful characters here including the one responsible for breaking the 6 month spell on the Ice Princess...yes...it was worth the wait. Man...it''s hard to go there in this public forum...the cafe'' is currently humming with people...I''m drinking more coffee...need to moderate the tweeky side...can''t handle being up for another 2 day stretch.
So...I''m in the bar feeling all self-conscious..anxious...horny...at first it seemed as if people were not going to be friendly..I had a few experiences before that felt a little cold once people realized that I was probably American...including the hotel staff, but they seem to be warming up to me now. It was Frank that opened the door for me..moments after he came up to introduce himself..a number of other patrons followed suite...including this older woman who dressed kinda like a gypsy and had a little lap dog that was bundled up in clothes in front of the fire. She was extremely sweet.
Frank...um..where do I start...he reminded me of Aaron from Nottingham...physically, but he didn''t seem to be all about mind games and there was no question about his interest in boys...oh...my...he sent me flying...made out with him for a long time at the bar. I was hesitant about taking him back to the hotel. My guard was up...I''m a little paranoid..I think for all of the right reasons...I don''t know this person..I''ve been warned by a handful of natives now to watch out for pickpockets in bars...today I was shown where all the rent boys go...definitely need to stay away from there...even though curiosity is tugging at my sleeve. Um...too much caffeine...so...back to Frank...he was originally from Hawaii...his mother is from Amsterdam. His parents met while his father was studying here after WWII. They met at the American Hotel...famous point of interest here. His father was talking loudly and his mother was annoyed by this typical American behavior so she kindly asked him to keep it down...sparks ignited...magic happened...they got married and then came Frank. They moved to the states and came back 28 years ago when Frank was 12...so he speaks Dutch and English well...not unique to him...seems like everyone does here.
Frank and I hung out for a while at the bar and then he came back with me to the hotel. He was quite the match...like slipping into a warm pair of slippers...play went from soft to rough and back again...that boy can handle some serious tit torture...always been an inclination for myself...never had anyone that encouraged it to the intensity and duration that Frank did...he was a very happy boy...and so was I. He gave me his number. I''m thinking about using it. I could handle a few more rounds with him...we will see what happens as the night unfolds. I''m going to check how everyone is doing and then send out some snail mail as promised. Stay tuned for information...I have to stay that it feels so good to be writing again...now onto more adventures.
I met a collection of colorful characters here including the one responsible for breaking the 6 month spell on the Ice Princess...yes...it was worth the wait. Man...it''s hard to go there in this public forum...the cafe'' is currently humming with people...I''m drinking more coffee...need to moderate the tweeky side...can''t handle being up for another 2 day stretch.
So...I''m in the bar feeling all self-conscious..anxious...horny...at first it seemed as if people were not going to be friendly..I had a few experiences before that felt a little cold once people realized that I was probably American...including the hotel staff, but they seem to be warming up to me now. It was Frank that opened the door for me..moments after he came up to introduce himself..a number of other patrons followed suite...including this older woman who dressed kinda like a gypsy and had a little lap dog that was bundled up in clothes in front of the fire. She was extremely sweet.
Frank...um..where do I start...he reminded me of Aaron from Nottingham...physically, but he didn''t seem to be all about mind games and there was no question about his interest in boys...oh...my...he sent me flying...made out with him for a long time at the bar. I was hesitant about taking him back to the hotel. My guard was up...I''m a little paranoid..I think for all of the right reasons...I don''t know this person..I''ve been warned by a handful of natives now to watch out for pickpockets in bars...today I was shown where all the rent boys go...definitely need to stay away from there...even though curiosity is tugging at my sleeve. Um...too much caffeine...so...back to Frank...he was originally from Hawaii...his mother is from Amsterdam. His parents met while his father was studying here after WWII. They met at the American Hotel...famous point of interest here. His father was talking loudly and his mother was annoyed by this typical American behavior so she kindly asked him to keep it down...sparks ignited...magic happened...they got married and then came Frank. They moved to the states and came back 28 years ago when Frank was 12...so he speaks Dutch and English well...not unique to him...seems like everyone does here.
Frank and I hung out for a while at the bar and then he came back with me to the hotel. He was quite the match...like slipping into a warm pair of slippers...play went from soft to rough and back again...that boy can handle some serious tit torture...always been an inclination for myself...never had anyone that encouraged it to the intensity and duration that Frank did...he was a very happy boy...and so was I. He gave me his number. I''m thinking about using it. I could handle a few more rounds with him...we will see what happens as the night unfolds. I''m going to check how everyone is doing and then send out some snail mail as promised. Stay tuned for information...I have to stay that it feels so good to be writing again...now onto more adventures.