I went to Tantric last night with a very close friend. We had a few drinks - strictly beer and red wine only, because the last time I had two vodka drinks I puked the entire content of dinner out on the sidewalk on my way to the taxi stand - and we dropped by PLAY thereafter, finding ourselves in a whole different company. The crowd at Tantric were mostly lofty and unapproachable and, well, a little aged. Meanwhile at PLAY the patrons were largely, if not all, comprised of younger, bubblier people in their 20's. We even saw two harmless amateur drag queens there with ill-fitting wigs there. Nice try though.
And I got picked up. By an Italian dude in his 30's. And we went up his condo. And... Oh well, you know. Things boys do.
Europeans don't like sleeping in the cold, I find. They sleep without the air conditioners on. But surprisingly I didn't sweat through the night. Amazing. And after a few hours of between sleeping and looking at the ceiling (barely seeing anything in the pitch darkness, really) I awoke to him getting out of bed and taking a leak in the bathroom - the sun was already up. It had been raining last night, and I haven't been taking in fresh crisp morning air like that for a very long time.
No contacts exchanged. Perhaps we'll meet again at that little club called PLAY.
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