“I hate strip joints” “Really? Are you a vegetarian?”
Somehow the retort made hilarious sense, as if for some reason being a guy these girls didn’t believe me. Seriously though I’ve never been into strippers, prostitutes, escorts or anything of that ilk. Someone once said; “if it isn’t free, it’s not for me.” That about sums it up.
I’ve been in the odd strip club it has to be said. On almost all occasions it was down to a stag night/bachelor party shindig. On all occasions I have left the establishment, pretty much before anyone else, to actually go and talk to a ‘real’ girl in a decent bar. Apart from the fact that it objectifies women, I never understood why I would fork out a hundred quid or so to see some nipples, when I could spend less than that in a pub and maybe get the chance to touch them? More than once. Maybe even find a girlfriend. Perhaps I’m being a little optimistic.
The only other time was when I was 19 and I wanted to see some boobs.
Anyway I digress. I reside ever longer in Granada, totally unsure as of what to do next. I think I’ve spent too long in Nicaragua though, and as much as I wanted to do some volunteer work and learn Spanish here, my misendevours in San Juan Del Sur have eaten into my time frame. I need a new flag sticker on my guitar. Costa Rica seems the best option. I shall remain here for Christmas, no clue for New Year, Ometepe first weekend in January, then gun it over the border and away.
There’s a big wide world out there. I’ve been giving consideration to seeing it all the first time around, then doing the volunteer and charity work the second. I don’t know though do I?! Stop giving me a hard time! I guess I should just chill out, relax, and take everything as it comes.
Take it all off baby!
“I hate strip joints” “Really? Are you a vegetarian?”
Somehow the retort made hilarious sense, as if for some reason being a guy these girls didn’t believe me. Seriously though I’ve never been into strippers, prostitutes, escorts or anything of that ilk. Someone once said; “if it isn’t free, it’s not for me.” That about sums it up.
I’ve been in the odd strip club it has to be said. On almost all occasions it was down to a stag night/bachelor party shindig. On all occasions I have left the establishment, pretty much before anyone else, to actually go and talk to a ‘real’ girl in a decent bar. Apart from the fact that it objectifies women, I never understood why I would fork out a hundred quid or so to see some nipples, when I could spend less than that in a pub and maybe get the chance to touch them? More than once. Maybe even find a girlfriend. Perhaps I’m being a little optimistic.
The only other time was when I was 19 and I wanted to see some boobs.
Anyway I digress. I reside ever longer in Granada, totally unsure as of what to do next. I think I’ve spent too long in Nicaragua though, and as much as I wanted to do some volunteer work and learn Spanish here, my misendevours in San Juan Del Sur have eaten into my time frame. I need a new flag sticker on my guitar. Costa Rica seems the best option. I shall remain here for Christmas, no clue for New Year, Ometepe first weekend in January, then gun it over the border and away.
There’s a big wide world out there. I’ve been giving consideration to seeing it all the first time around, then doing the volunteer and charity work the second. I don’t know though do I?! Stop giving me a hard time! I guess I should just chill out, relax, and take everything as it comes.
Couple of hot dogs for dinner.
I’m still blind.
Swedish girls are gorgeous.
Just sayin.