Day 2: Running With The Sex Tourists. (On No Sleep)

After 2 hours of restless sleep, I moved to my new wonderful apartment in the rain. It seems to rain a bit each day, but the weather is like the women...fine.

I lost my Ukrainian phone last nite so I bought a new Ukrainian phone. I walked around and took many pictures, however, I am unable to download them without the proper cable.

Barry, a gentle man from Costa Rica had engaged the marriage broker's services. He has a date with a 38 year old unemployed doctor, cost to arrange $40. I'll watch how that plays out.

The place we went to last night, The River Palace is stocked with only "working" girls.

Tom and Mike took me to the much nearer Arena which is owned by the boxer champion Vladamir Klitchko. Another sprawling, restaurant, disco, casino, etc. This jumping place, Tom tells me is perhaps 50% working girls and 50% straight women...still all gorgeous beyond description.

I wore a suit and tie. I figure I look 33% better dressed up.

We had dinner there and then gambled ( I dropped $27, total down $167). Tom has a system and wins all the time. His system I see it, is he has unusual luck.

Then we adjourned to the disco where the ear shattering music precludes discussion.

Sitting at a large, round bar across from me was a beautiful blonde who kept smiling at me.

After two vodka and tonics, I was on my feet again and signaled to her to dance? She eagerly agreed and off we went. I had all the moves but I kept thinking of the Seinfeld episode were Elaine's dancing made people ill.

Hey. So be it. My partner was smiling and we danced till we were dripping wet.

Is she a working girl? We never spoke. She indicated that she spoke no English. We danced twice more to the delight of my pals. I still love these guys.

Tom took the phone number of an absolutely, sexy, scantily clad beauty and we left sometime after 4AM. My pals wake up every morning at 9AM for their complimentary continental breakfast, then back to bed. Tom has everything down pat and he sticks to the plan.

We'll meet for lunch the next day at 4PM.

Am I in love? They lovely blonde lady was only 5' 2", about the size of my ex wife,
so I was able to leave her.

It turns out that I left my first phone in the cab riding home from the River Palace and Joe, the manager sent it along to Tom at 6AM. I like Joe. I like everybody. Disregarding my gambling losses, I consider my self lucky to have launched my odyssey with my new pals supporting me.

I told them I loved them. I keep trying to kiss them...no tongue. Another mantra of my too many: . I am not judgemental...just mental.

Signing off