Once again I managed to get through an entire trip—one night in Brussels and four nights in Vienna—without doing anything with any of the floozies in the night bars or kinos. I went into Fifth Avenue, Le Coin, Manhattan, Fortuna Kino, Burggasse Peep, WSK x2, Tete a Tete, and left with my chastity intact. I didn’t fancy anyone, or just was not at all in the mood. The videokabins were rubbish, the kino films were rubbish, so that didn’t help. I was just out of sorts the whole time really. I always leave home with lurid pornographic fantasies of what I am going to be getting up to, but then come home having done nothing. I am half pleased and half sad. As soon as I get home I will regret not doing anything. I think this will be my last trip for quite a long time. I have to try to repair my parlous finances now. If I am sated with Vienna and sated with Brussels, and still no real desire for Berlin, then this is a good opportunity to rein myself in. At least I have got a window seat for this four-hour train back to Munich; that makes it slightly less of a pain.
The Stripper 