A pointless nymph.

Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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Friday, March 9, 2012

Once again I wake up with the sun going down.  Once again within a few hours and after I attempt a Chinese take away, people are persuading me to go out again.  I've lost the ability to do two massive nights out in a row.  I've also lost the ability to finish the special fried rice, as my stomach is like a walnut.

I'm entertained for most of the day by a bubbly creature I met last night.  It was at the end of last night she told me she had a boyfriend of three years.  This was after seven odd hours of fawning over me and flirting outrageously.  Uber flirting.  Epic flirting.  Flirting on acid.  Apparently if she tells people she has a boyfriend nobody speaks to her.  I was the mug on the receiving end of her little ploy.

So even after she's taken me out of the rest of the game (which you'll note dear reader, seems to happen to me with alarming regularity), here she perches on the end of my bunk with a mischievous grin on her face, and a glint in her eye.  A somewhat more attractive Gollum.

I still don't get traveling for a lengthy period of time when you're leaving the other half behind.  It's basically not fair on everyone.  It's not fair on the person back home, biting fingernails to the quick and worrying themselves into psychosis.  Or, going out and getting off their faces picking up everything that moves.  Or maybe it's all fine and they're completely at ease that their hot girlfriend is halfway around the world sharing hostels with people like me?  I'll admit I'm not much of a threat but you get the idea.  It's also not fair on the person doing the traveling, who technically can't partake in anything with anyone however tempting.  Lastly it's not fair on me, because for all the girls I could be speaking with I somehow manage to find the taken one.  If I fell into a barrel of nipples I'd come out sucking my thumb.

So here she is, asking me questions, nosing around my laptop, giving me hugs, sending me suggestive messages via Microsoft word.  Actually it wasn't all that suggestive, she just types that I look like presenter Danny Wallace and she fancies him.  Then she tells me she's not had sex in four months, she's just 'shaved' (giggle), and if it wasn't for her boyfriend we'd be 'at it'.  All of which was really nice to know and left me deeply fulfilled.

I manage the last king prawn at around 5am after watching Warrior in the TV room.  A powerfully moving drama that left me in floods of tears, Nick Nolte's portrayal as a recovering alcoholic father should have one the Oscar.  The moment was ruined by party goers returning in the early hours and breathing on me.  Liquor is overrated.








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PointingOutTheObvious on

You have a complete inability to read between the lines.

stoo
stoo on

Feel free to elaborate and enlighten me.

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