Jane’s Travels
When I
became a Vegetarian, Eric went the way of all flesh. When marriage enters the conversation after
lovemaking, it usually marks the beginning of the end. So, I became celibate. That period in my life lasted about ten
months. Then, on the first day of my
vacation in Thailand
Ahlbaan
was seventeen, experienced and wonderfully athletic. He had an awesome drive, and the ability to
sustain and suspend the moment indefinitely.
It resulted in a truly memorable three weeks. Admittedly, I saw nothing of the country
but, it was money well spent.
He escorted me to the airport, and I gave him
my London address and offered him a place to
stay, should he ever decide to visit England
On the
long haul home I was entertained by an elegant and sophisticated knight of a
bygone age. He wined and dined me in
first class. At precisely the right
moment he rose to the occasion, adorning me with a natural pearl drop
necklace.
However, it was
confiscated at Heathrow airport with a smile and an apology! They are such brutes, those customs
officers. He pointed to the sign above
the exit gate – ‘Nothing to declare’.
Well I
declare...
.-…-.
Most of
my female acquaintances rave about the Spanish resorts. They dance to garage and house, swallowing pills, and drinking the
night away. Putting it crudely they get
pissed, get laid, sleep, eat, and rave again.
They meet and mate with girls and guys from all
over. They engage in carnal sports then
lay in the sun for two weeks, returning to regale us with their conquests and to save up for their next holiday, or work to pay for the one they’ve just
had. Very clinical, very lavatorial,
like shitting and pissing. Well, I have
to say it's not for me, it leaves me cold.
So
inevitable, so obsessive, and unnecessary. But, if
it’s what turns you on if Following the
herd is what gives you a buzz then go for it!
If popping ‘E’s, drinking gallons of booze and mindlessly jerking like
an automaton to tuneless rhythms, is where it's at, then jerk away! I just prefer to do my own thing.
I prefer
a uniquely personal experience. I don’t
mind not being the first, just so long as I’m not one of the crowd. It has to feel fresh and spontaneous. All I can say to the morons on the beach is
“Wake-up and smell the Chanel.”
Life is
nevermore vital than when danger is present.
When death is imminent, life is more intense. Sky diving, bungee jumping, base jumping, white
water rafting, driving a formula one car around Silverstone at full
throttle; all give me a bigger buzz
than Snow fights, chasing the dragon, or freebasing. They are healthier and far more satisfying –
if you survive!!
That’s living!
.-…-.
“Jane
darling. Such a lovely party, so glad
you invited me.”
“Aunt
Loosee, how could I not invite my favourite aunt!” We touched lips "Mwah!"
“You were
eyeballing that male eye-candy on the barstool; is that the correct
expression?”
“Have you
watched how he never takes his eyes off me?” I asked.
“Mmm. Are his pants too tight or is he having
trouble controlling something, are you sure he isn't looking at me?” She giggled as thoughts played through her
mind.
I had to
smile. I could practically read her
thoughts.
“You
can’t take offence when a man expresses his feelings in so obvious and
honest-a-way,” said Loosee.
“Precisely,”
said Loosee. “My goodness, Jane dear,
you certainly have a lot to learn about men.
“For
instance?”
“Why
firstly, you have to realize that pretty much the only thing on their minds
awake or sleeping is sex.”
"Loosee!"
I gasped. But, she was already standing
too close to him, talking, with her arm on his knee, her hand drooping... "Loosee No!"
