Tuesday 10 January
There is no such thing as platonic friendships. Just thought I’d share that pearl of wisdom with you. After having the debate over dinner with my amigo, and indeed after arguing the point with many a doubting Thomas, it’s about time it was put to bed once and for all. “I’m just going to speak to my friend” a girl trills in San Juan Del Sur. She then skips across the road to throw her arms around a local guy who she’s known for all of half a day. With her arms hugging his neck, I notice his hands are all over her bum. Now call me a prude, but I can’t remember the last time I put my hands all over a friends arse.
In my opinion, girls are pretty naive if they think that most of their guy ‘friends’ have never thought about them in ‘that’ way. You’ve either done it, thought about doing it, or one of you wants to do it. How many of those mates could you guarantee wouldn’t jump you given half the chance? Not many I’m betting. We’re biochemical programmed to desire sexual interaction. Men and women can never be real friends. Fact. Yes I’ve pretty much thought about most of my female friends in a sexual way at some point. Either that or something has happened between us. Or I’ve been knocked back and shot down in flames. It’s usually the latter. I’m betting my bottom Cordoba I’m not alone.
Incidentally the nail varnish was for my guitar. The Nicaraguan sticker is wearing away with the strumming. I figured a coat or two of varnish would protect it. I’ll give you an update on this riveting story as it unfolds.
My glasses have arrived. Costa Rica tomorrow. Words cannot describe the sudden burst of freedom that overtook me when I raised the new lenses to my eyes. There is no longer anything to hold me back in Granada. My travels, my journey, this story…it all begins again in ernest with first light.