I've just had the craziest weekend, almost entirely devoted to the pursuit of women. Friday night in the city, Saturday night in the bars near my favourite beach.
Saturday night Henry and I were walking along the street at about 1am thinking about getting a cab home, when I felt somebody run up and shove me right in the small of my back. For a second I thought it was somebody looking for a fight, but when I turned around there was this small, beautiful brunette with chestnut brown skin. I had no idea who she was. "Hello!" She cried.
She was swedish, and we stood there chatting for a while. And we asked her if she wanted to go for a drink, but she said "no, we're going home now, but you should come with us to our house for a drink."
We walked back with her to her friends: seven swedish girls! All gorgeous! Not one of them was unattractive. I coupled up with the one that had shoved me in the back straight away, she was a real character. Henry soon found himself a sophisticated looking swede who talked with the poshest english accent. A real cutie.
Their apartment was right on the water, so the first thing we did was all went swimming. All this time Henry and I are looking at each other like we've just received a gift from heaven. Most of them went to bed after that, leaving just the four of us: me and my swede, Henry and his. We stayed up chatting and drinking till around 5am and then slept on the couches (the beds were all taken). The next day we went to the beach and taught them how to surf.
But now, I'm just feeling really burned out. Already bored with the game: the constant projection, and the effort of carrying out conversation with people you've never spoken to and rarely have much in common with. I must have talked with around fifty girls this weekend. Most of them I was only marginally attracted to. None of them really got my heart thumping. I realised I was just doing it as an ego flexing exercise. And so is everyone else. It all just seems ugly and pointless.