Green Skirt Girl 5

OK, so, i'm all mixed up with what went where. However, i'm certain of what went on on this session in general. It had obviously been a long weekend. There had been 8 girls and I had just finished with the School Girl [not written up yet] and was feeling pretty great. There was only one bar open till late so I thought I would have a few beers because I was due home the next day and it would help me sleep. Also, i knew that Green Skirt Girl would probably still be in her room and I figured that if she was I would try and get her to share a joint with me. I felt I needed a few beers to take the edge off of the blow as it effects me in a strong way.

So I finished the beer and I think it must have been approaching 4am or something and I strolled off down the street, not really drunk at all really. I remember reflecting that the beer tasted very watered down and I concluded that they sold watered down beer late at night because of all the drunks.

I wandered off towards Green Skirt Girls window and there she was. She actually had a crowd and so I waited at a distance on the bridge as I didn't want to spoil her business. When I say she had a crowd, there was a small group of people and they were more entertained by the fact that she was rolling a joint in the window. I think they wanted some. I think that they were offering her 5 euros to share the joint or something. At the time I didn't think that tey were serious. Obviously that was her business, she was working that small group of people, but they looked to me like they weren't too seroius. Anyway, deep down, and maybe i'm selfish, but I thought she had used her magic to know that I wanted to share a joint with her which was why she just happened to be rolling one at that time when I was passing looking for one. I caught her eye and gestured to see if it was ok to come over and I did and I went in. I was pretty excited, I said i've had a few beers so i'd like to skoke that joint with you. She was happy about that, but at some point she did intonate that if she had one that group of people she might have earnt more and gave me the idea that I had spoilt that. I didn't really worry too much, but I often think about that and whether I was greedy, after all, the second visit she had used the words AGAIN like I saw her too much. But either way, she was quite friendly. I said, ok, i'll smaoke some with you. I had always had the feeling on previous occassions that she wanted me to. But I saidm but you have to take care of me i'm not used to all this.

I told her that I used to smoke alot of dope a long while back. I remember her saying with a smirk that her friend used to do just the same and after a long break which he/she had a joint again it really had a powerful effect. I figured that I could handle one joint easily. But it was strange. I only had a few puffs, maybe 5 or 6 and she was toking like it was clear oxygen. She would pass it back and i'd say no, i'm good really. I was trying to think of conversation, but, yes, I was STONED. It happened quickly. Then she said, times up, and i'm thinking NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!, You promised to take care of me, and i'm stoned, I cant move. But I didn't say that. Through force of will I got up. I felt really bad that she was kicking me out, but I was stable enough to know that I should not make her worry about me in anyway like a lump that wouldn't leave and so I negotiated these obsenly steep stairs that twisted around in a spiral, forever, and then that was that, there was door and beyond it was the great abbis. I couldn't believe she was throwing me out. I dont know what I was expecting, but I knew to spend more money would be futile as the 15 minutes would pass in a second and i'd be facing the abbyss again. It was cold and I seem to remember that if I was clever I could put one step deliberatly in front of the other and generally I could point myself back to the hotel. I did, and I dont remember much other than my feet moving as described. I with I had taken more time to take in the scenery and look around but I was actually worried that I would get lost or worse so my only concern was to get straight back to the hotel. However. I then had to negotiate with the door which was locked and then climb all the way up to my room and climb into bed. I thought it would be over, I had calculated that drink dope would send me into a slumber. I had to be on a flight like at 10 or 11 O'clock the next day which meant that I had to leave at about 8 O'clock. I managed to set my alarm, a minor miracle. However, the night was only beginning.

To be honest, its probably just me, but I would put money on it that there was more in that joint than dope. I dont know if you can smoke crack coacaine, but when I got into bed I could see visions as clear as day, they would come through in waves like postcard pictures coming through the walls and there were sounds. The feeling was intense, very powerful, and I have done a few drugs in my time, and maybe it was just blow, but even with my eyes tight shut I could see the bright light of these images hurtling through the walls. There was one stage where I could feel this strong light penetrating my eye and burning it. It felt like that. I was actually both very concerned and also half determined to enjoy it. Essentially I laid there in bed for at least 2-3 hours. At one stage I contemplated but back out of bed and going back to confront the girl and ask her what she had given me. I did actually get to sleep at some stage, but I was awake again in 1 hours, and yes, I was still very stoned. I think its worth saying that obviously I was already very fatigued from the sex and so maybe my tired state aloud the drugs to take a more powerful effect.

I got up and somehow packed my stuff. I saw the hotel people, I was terrified they would try to talk to me. they said hello and it made him spill his coffee and he said see what you made me do. I managed to get to the airport, and I wondered if they would let me on boared stoned. But by now I was less stoned than terminally fatigued. Those 5 puffs some years earier had destroyed me. Fortunatly no one tried to ask me anything because I would have been very difficult to talk to. Fortunatly I had parked my car at the airport and was ble to drive back. I went straight to bed and stayed there for about 3 days. Yeah, it really pushed me over the edge. Further more, occasionally I suffer from a thing called floaters in the eye. When i got back I had tons of them. I'm certain that that bright light damaged my retina. I aske the guy at the opticians about floaters and he said that they are natural in older people. I thought, nice, so i'm old am I, and I guess I am, but they come and go, right now I dont have any that I can notice, but then I had loads of them. Its after stuff like that that I remember why I dont smoke drugs anymore. I just cant handle them. Was that fun? No, having sex with girls is fun, but scaring myself to death with strange and powerful visions that destroy my reina is not fun. Interesteing, yes, intrging, yes, but not fun.

I think also, in retrospect, from all my time in the brothels and red light district I think its fair to say that its important to look after yourself. If I come 10 times in two days my immune system is going to be fragile to say the least which is why I eat out regulary during the adventure, but if i'm not careful I can push the balance and fall ill. Thats going to be a major factor this new years, eating properly. The last thing I want is to fall ill on day 2 or 3. When I get home, ok, but not when i'm there. So nutrition and health is an important issue when hoing the world.

But theres more to say about this girl. And even more in fact. First there is the mystery of the broken glasses? How did my glasses break? I looked for the broken bit in the hotel room and could find it nowhere. It was a strange break. The part where the hook goes behind the ear. Seems impossible to break. I cant image that the girl would have done it. I cant really remember where they were when I was with her. Presumably they were on my head, but at some point they got broken. I thought that maybe she used her magical powers to break them as a symbol of her strength. Fortunatly I took them back to the opticians and they were still under warranty and I got a free replacement set made up for me which was nice.

Anyway, the important other point. This should really come under my next visit to the red light district but there is no space there. Basically I was a bit frustrated that I kept going back to her, especially when she might be bored of me and giving me super strong drugs that nearly kill me and mysteriously break my glasses and risk me missing my flight because I cant walk properly, but on the other hand I had had that great dream and want to see her to say she could come live with me if she wanted.

When I next arrived in the red light district in September 2007 I saw her, and avoided her window early on so that I could meet other girls. I saw her at about 6pm. I was trying to avoid eye contact, I was working on the assumption that she probably wouldn't recognised my anyway, but at about 8pm when I decided to visit her she wasn't there. I assumed that she was busy but her curtain didn't seem to move. I was actually startled and shocked. It was like my girlfriend had left me. She no longer lived there. I waited outside her window for a while and there was no sign of life. I went back to my hotel quite early and was in bed at about 2.30am and I figured that this was stupid, she must be there, I was just being silly and making more out of it than I should have, so I got dressed again, but then I thougth that that was stupid so I got back into bed, and then I jumped out of bed again and got dressed and went to her window. I waited to 30 minutes. theres a parking meter that I coul dmeasure the time by and I stood there for 30 minutes. It was like a pilgrimage that would demondtrate that I had not ignored her before. It was difficult, but i'm certsin that when I walked past in the day she could sense my presnse, like Darth Vader can sense Obi Wan Kenobi. I dont know. I was actually upset that I had not gone right to her when she was there and had walked past with my head down to void her. It wasn't that I dont like her, but I think 5 times is alot to have seen someone and I was starting to feel that I would never meet new girls, its diffucult. I had the same issue with a ho in the Nevada Brthel. But someone also said, listen, they're hos, you dont owe them love, money is money and you spend it how you see fit. And thats right, but theres still a pull on the heart strings. I waited over 30 minutes to see if she was there. I thought that by making that commitment to go out of my way that it would change things. I didn't think that she would vanish so early, and she didn't show at all on the following day. You have to remember that it was a week day that i went in September, but she wasn't there in November. Its strange because I feel like i've lost her because I tried to avoid her. I know thats stupid, but it still gets me. I have issues with seeing girls again and again. Of course I want to, and i'm thankful, but it gets a bit boring. Well, boring is not the right world, it becomes samey. Its like they are already in you heas, you dont need more to make that stronger, and so time is better spent seeing new people, but then again there is this compulsion that states if i'm going to think of them like I do then I should honour them with money when i'm in the area. I like to think like that but I think I have to draw a balance between new and old and thats a sort of rule of thumb really that varies between, 2 new girls for every old girl, or at worst, 1 for 1.

So thats tat. A long entry considering that all I did was pop in for 5 puffs on a joint, I didn't even take my clothes off. Thats why I put the dream I had with this girl on the other section, session 4, because I knew this would be long..