Confusion

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Woke up surprisingly early, for having gone to bed so late. I had also pretty much packed already, so I just straightened up the place a bit. I was kind of sad to be leaving the B&B, but not that sad, because the other gay couple was leaving, and a bunch of straight folks were coming in. Godwin asked if I wanted one or two sets of keys for the studio...come again? He explained that Chip had booked the B&B for the first three nights, and a separate studio for the last two. I hadn't heard back from Chip since Wednesday, but sent him a message anyway. I only had about 80 Euros, plus the money to pay for the first nights, so I had to run and find an ATM. I would have just put it on my card, but they wanted to charge an extra 4%, on top of the 3% that my bank would charge me. Fuck that. When I got back with the cash, they had drawn up an invoice for a credit card amount. Made it at least a little satisfying to give them cash.

I went shopping for groceries, but Amsterdam is not terribly vegan-friendly. I managed to find some pasta, sauce, and a half-loaf of bread. Ate everything, surfed the web, slept. I had a standing appointment with Peter and Tim, the bartenders from Argos, to play again, so I made my way to their place. Their cat has a crazy foot fetish, and is also part dog. We chatted forever, and they finally moved things down to the playroom. On Wednesday, Tim had fucked me more, and Peter had been content to get head/watch. This time I was much more involved with Peter, and Tim mostly watched. Note that both fucked me, and I paid attention to both at all times. But it was a lovely, strange thing to see folks be so secure.

Finally left them, headed out to Dirty Dick's. I wasn't really excited about going there, but I hadn't been, so....the bartender was a dick, as the reviews warned, but at least he played decent music. Most folks wandered around cruising, just not for each other. One guy chatted with me, and another fell down the stairs with his pants down. A very drunk ex-pat started chatting me up, asking if I'd passed the Bar, and not taking "results haven't come out yet" for an answer. "Oh, you know." Eventually, he beckoned me with him to the back room, only to shoo me when we got there. Goddamn drunks. I eventually made my way up to the darkroom - I guess that's where most of the patrons were hiding. One guy I wasn't attracted to tried to feel me up again and again, even after I brushed his hands away and said "No, thank you." Finally just left.

Wandered over to Club Fuxx again, since Cedric had said it would be busy. No such luck. 2 guys on the dance floor, very few elsewhere. There was one cute guy in the smoking room, and he started chatting me up. Said I was very attractive, "especially for an American." I blew him briefly in the Bar, but there were guys observing/looking instead of watching. We finally went back to his place, he fucked me, we went to sleep together.