D'oh! Maps.

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Waking up with John was nicer than going to sleep with him. :-) We started making out, he wanted to fuck me. No way I was taking a chance on morning sex, and I didn't really want to leave him alone with my stuff, so I just blew him instead. He showered again, I gave him my contact info, then showed him out. I chatted with a couple guys online; one from Canada, who had hit me up back in the 'States, one who was a bartender at the Argos, and one semi-attractive guy who wanted to fuck, but said that kissing depended on chemistry. No. The only thing kissing is dependent on is the presence of lips and the absence of fetid breath.

I went walking through the city. I got lost a couple times on the way there, but found my way back just fine once I did find it. The Warmoestraat, where Club Fuxx, The Eagle, and Argos are, is a straight shot from the b&b I'm staying at. Score! Had Michael, the guy from Canada, over when I got back. He was okay. Tall, older guy with a big dick, but slightly effeminate; I think he talks like John Waters, come to think of it. He also wasn't very expressive during sex. I thought he was bored until he started complimenting my ass. He was only interested in fucking me on my side and my stomach, and he did like kissing, but had bad breath.

After he finished, we went to dinner. I mentioned that I hadn't really cared for the Indonesian place, but at least it was better than say, Indian, which I'm just not a big fan of. He wanted Indian, though, so that's where we went. They had a couple vegan options on the menu, but I didn't feel like spending another 15-20 euros on a meal I didn't want, so I just got onion bhaji instead. It was 5 euros, and he opted to cover it.

I'd been considering getting Tim something. Both in the specific - not too touristy, but not too bland, either. And in general. Getting a souvenir is something one does for a partner. Grrr. We stopped at the supermarket, and I got him some Indonesian condiment. Apparently, it's just not available in the 'States.

Made plans to meet up with Michael again tomorrow, bid him goodbye, and took a damn nap. Couldn't find my map when I woke up. No worries though, because it was just a straight shot from the Warmoesstraat to the B&B, right? As it turns out, it's a straight shot from the Warmoesstraat, not to the Warmoesstraat. Naturally, I didn't figure out that I'd gone too far until the city lights started disappearing. A couple more wrong turns, a couple more directions, and I finally found my way to Argos.

Peter, the guy I had been chatting with online, was the first one to start talking to me. He and his partner have an open relationship, and I'm not sure if it was courtesy or the fact that they were working that made his partner wait in the corner of the bar. I made an effort to pull him into the conversation, and he warmed up to me. I guess there's normally a downstairs, but it was closed tonight. I got picked up by a heavy set black gentleman from Atlanta. He pulled me into a stall, in spite of my wanting to leave the door open. I fucked him for a bit, with a condom no less, then he fucked me. I popped over to The Eagle for a half a second, but there was nothing really worth seeing. Back at Argos, a cute, if extremely inebriated guy offered to buy me a drink. He said he was there with his husband, the tall older guy behind him. It turned out he didn't have any money, and then wanted me to pay for the drinks....uh, no. The older guy, who was not actually his husband, but just a guy he had been chatting with, stepped up and paid for us. The three of us chatted for a while, and then Argos was closing. They invited me over to The Eagle with them, since it was open for another hour, but I was already promised to the bartenders.

Bar closed, I started blowing Tim, then they bent me over one of the bar stools, and finally took me to the sling in back. I wasn't going to cum, but I really liked them. They thanked me for coming, and asked if we could get together again while I was there. Of course!