Mui Ne once more

A two-night stand is not something I've done before, and I think it's not something I'll do again. This trip is about trying new things, and that's enough for me.

Mui Ne again

It's surreal really, she's stretched out on the bed before me at present. She's a very sexualised young woman, used to being objectified, and perhaps too eager to please. She's very much not my sort of girl, and she's already beginning to grate - sprouting pseudo-hippie psycho babble at dinner - how the past doesn't make us who we are. But I have made my bed, and now I must sleep in it. She's leaving tomorrow thankfully. At least now I know I will never have a trophy wife. The sex makes me feel like a porn star, but it's not worth it.

I watched the RWC final with a beer in hand, while a sexy woman waited in my bed. I think I maybe be past sex for the sake of it. Relationships are definitely the way to go. Or at least intellectual attraction and compatibility are essential for me if I want to last longer than two days with a girl.

***

Great to see B again, though I fear she's lost all respect for me, due to the fact that I am liaising with a rather vain girl. I don't blame her really. I fear I am taking advantage of a girl who is too used to flattering men's egos, and resorting to sex as a past-time. I'm looking forward to some quality time with B tomorrow without having to babysit.

Mui Ne

Between songs, while we sat down, I kissed J.

I tasting of whiskey, she of cognac. She was a little drunk, I was buzzing, but ice was broken.

***

We lay out listening after we returned to the hostel. Loungers aren't very comfortable though, so I think we will get a private room tonight. A bungalow on the beach would be superb.

Kunming

I dreamt of F. I still remember her lips, her eyes, her freckles. In intricate detail.