So, yes, that has been my trip so far. Coach driver from hell, coach trip from hell, astounding astounding 10 out of 10 white vest girl on the boat; underwhelming sight of —- & ——–. See if anything picks up today—but like I say it has to be something random, something completely unexpected. Familiarity kills lust. Even the sexiest floozie, I can only sleep with her once, twice at most, before I lose interest. Anyway, I will never tire or give up on Brussels. Just being here is lovely. Fifth Avenue usually underwhelming, but I have out of the blue met so many 10 out of 10s there that it is always exciting to think about going there. And a proper porn cinema. And the window girls. I went to Fifth Avenue and Empire strip club, but the only real erection I’ve had here in Brussels is watching Sean Paul She Doesn’t Mind video on my TV this morning (and thinking about the white vest girl).
Coming to Café Jimmy and the Rue de Pelican corner I was shocked to find only THREE girls in the street. Approaching the Europe 2000 hotel where I had always gone with Beatris (long gone it seems) there were 4 girls but also 4 police officers and 2 police cars, talking to one of the girls. My god, I thought, they really are enforcing their fines of 350 euros that disgraced ex Mayor Mayeur brought in—for the girl and the customer both if caught. It did not look like they were there to help the girl, it looked like she was the one in trouble. “But this is a hotel” I heard her saying as I passed. This would explain why there are so few girls around now. Mayeur’s sterilisation scheme is absolutely working. Pitiful. And then I walked into Fifth Avenue, and there were just FOUR men and THREE girls! I have never seen it that empty at night. Inna plus 2 other girls at the bar with a couple of very drunk men, making a LOT of noise. While I was there 2 or 3 more girls did emerge, including little Emily who I always feel a tug of lust for despite her slender frame, but she didn’t stay for long.
My god, there are some busty girls in the Rue d’Aerschot. But none enough to lure me in. Completely unaroused in the Cine Paris, though the films up & downstairs were probably the same as yesterday, just different scenes, not even the slightest swelling. And the Red Devil bar at the end of Rue d’Aerschot has not got Jupiler on tap today, so I had to buy a bottle; another sign of the rubbishness of this holiday. I see little chance of it picking up. My mojo is low to non-existent. Anyway, the Red Devil has quality urinals, which is the main reason I wanted to come in here. 220 still ridiculously early, I will have another beer or 2 in the bars further down the road, then head back to Fifth. Before 4 probably, but at least a better, more propitious time than yesterday. Honestly, though, no desire for anything except continued drinking, lovely food to finish the day then bed. Final little session in Cine Paris perhaps and walk around Rue des Cendres and Rue de la Blanchisserie, but no desire for anything more.
Always I want to follow the EASIEST route; that is why I always go straight to Fifth Avenue even if I know it is too early for the quality girls and therefore pointless. A river cuts its easiest course. This is why I still keep going to Fifth Avenue too early, rather than Rue d’Aerschot where the more beautiful girls can be found. It is too far to walk? Not sure it isn’t exactly the same distance to Fifth as it is to Rue d’Aerschot.
And it doesn’t matter how poor or unarousing my stay in Brussels is, I still want to be here. There is always the thought that there MIGHT be a great film in Cine Paris today, or there MIGHT be a great girl in Fifth Avenue today—one of those girls that blows your mind. It only takes one girl to bring a whole city to life, as I always say. That is the incredible power of woman.