Saturday, November 22, 2003

Now, I am experimenting with application programs (Like this one, "BlogApp" to automatically post to my blog when I have my own Powerbook connected to the internet, as now. This entry is a test of such.
Today I'm experimenting with using a web based blogging system called It allows me to post to my own website's blog even from a computer at an internet cafe and yet still proports to allow the inclusion of pictures. At least this way, I won't spend as much time online (I hope) updating small entries. Anyway, I'll give it a try.

Friday, November 21, 2003

Well, my date with Ira went poorly. She didn't have much to say. She wasn't affectionate in the least. I did learn several important things, however.

1. She remembers being all over me on Monday night and she remembers asking me for a financially nice lifestyle.

2. She was not drunk (probably stoned or on ex)

3. She wants me to take her (and maybe also her friends) to a new Disco openning tomorrow night, presumably so I'll pay. I'll see how I feel. :o(

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

So I had a date on Tuesday night with Ira and her friend Nadya who wanted to double date with me and Shawn, an American visiting here for a couple weeks. I hired my normal translator, Viktoria. Unfortunately, I never really got any opportunities to talk with Ira. All night, Shawn was talking and monopolizing Viktoria's time and I couldn't even concentrate on trying to talk to Ira without a translator, because he was so loud, I found myself listening to him instead of to Ira, who is much more quiet. I made anoother date with her for Friday night, just the three of us (me, her and the translator, that is). One thing I did learn, though; Ira had been stoned on Monday night. :o)

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

So last night, I went to the disco. There I was, dancing by myself when all of the sudden, a pretty young girl (19; cirly light brown hair, very slim, lythe) starts playing with my hair. Things escalated quickly. She was probably stoned. We were having sex on the dance floor. By half past midnight, I had gotten her phone number, learned that her name was Ira (short for Irina) and that she and her friends are 3rd year students at the university studying English. I had never had such attention from a stranger before, so I began to get scared and paranoid, alas. At 12:38 am, I saw her talking to a guy and got really scared and left. I told her I'd call her the next evening. In retrospect, she was completely harmless and I should have stayed. Sigh. 20-20 hindsight.

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