Who me? Um, no. Not yet anyway. How do you define cavorting?

Last night was my first weekend out as a newly free man. As usual, I started out in Cheap Charlies. Got there in time to enjoy the sunset.

One of my favorites in this bar is Maya, so I had her join me while I imbibed my beers. Well, she joined me for the lady drink commission, but still. She’s a nice enough gal, pleasant personality, and gives a pretty good back rub. Interestingly, she’s a Muslim. Don’t see many of the pedophile Muhammad’s disciples working in a bar. Although Maya’s drinks are in fact non-alcoholic. She’s sexy enough though and I probably wouldn’t mind “doing her”, but alas, Cheap Charlies is not a prostitution bar. Of course, the gals are free to do as they please before/after work. I kinda got mixed signals on whether Maya would seriously consider a date or if she was just playing me for more drinks. If I had to place a bet I guess my money would be on the latter. Just as well I suppose.

I decided to change things up and visit the recently opened Thumbstar bar. This is your standard go-go bar with scantily clad dancers. And yes, the girls are available for takeout. I was a little surprised to discover that at a little after 8:00 on a Friday night, I was the only customer. I sat down and ordered up a beer. There were maybe five or six dancers on the stage and one of them caught my eye. A tiny little thing, but cute as a bug. She was making eye contact and smiling at me so I knew she was obviously thirsty. Like any gentleman would, I called her down to join me. Oh my. Her name is Rose. At 32 she’s a bit long in the tooth for a dancer, but I prefer the gals to be approximately half my age, so no problem. And damn, she just snuggled right up to me and it felt so sweet and right. I was surprised how much I was enjoying her physical presence. We both had two drinks and then I knew it was best for me to move on. She made me promise to come back and see her again and so I reckon I will.

I then successfully crossed the National Highway without getting squashed and popped into the Alaska Club. Once again, I was the only customer. Well, it is rainy season which keeps the tourist numbers down I suppose. As is my custom, I called my usual dancer down to join me for drinks. Kim always insists I’m her favorite customer (I’m sure I was at the moment anyway). And since I didn’t have my ex with me as I had in the past, Kim was especially, um, friendly. Very touchy feely if you get my meaning. Now, nothing lewd or illegal, that’s not allowed in the bar of course. You have to pay to take the girl out for that kind of thing. And I think if I ever decide to barfine a prostitute, Kim might just be the one. But last night wasn’t the night for that. I’m still not ready to go “there”.

But. It did get me thinking. It might be fun to spend some intimate moments with Kim, or Rose, or maybe even Maya. Or hell, all three (but not at the same time! I’m in my 60’s for crissakes!). Now, don’t be concerned dear readers, I have no intention of making a prostitute my future ex-girlfriend. In fact, I’m trying to get my mind around the idea of living my life without a girlfriend at all. But that shouldn’t mean living without some female companionship now and then, right? These girls might be fun to hang out with for awhile, and then send them on their way. After paying them of course. So we shall see what the future holds in that regard.

This morning I went out and walked the trail I tried to do yesterday in reverse. I had somewhat better success I guess.

Progress is being made I guess, on both the emotional and Hash Hare fronts. Let’s see if I can stay strong and get things right this time.

I can’t light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I’m growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life

Too late to save myself from falling
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But you misread my meaning when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light

Don’t let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see
I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me